The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 402

The message was still vivid in her mind. She hadn't expected them to be so punctual, but exactly one month later, the stranger had reached out—not a day earlier, not a day later.

Leilani closed her eyes, her fingers unconsciously tracing the pendant hanging around her neck. The cool, smooth texture brought her a sense of calm. When she opened her eyes again to look at the white clouds outside the porthole, her gaze was filled with determination. This time, she was going to uncover the mystery hidden within the heirloom Paulina had left her, no matter what lay ahead.

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Three hours later, the plane landed at Garrison City Airport.

After disembarking, Leilani didn't rush to the rendezvous point. Instead, she slipped into a restroom like a seasoned operative. Using a kit she had prepared beforehand, she applied makeup and changed her outfit. By the time she emerged at the arrival hall, she looked like a completely different person.

Wearing a baseball cap and a face mask, with contouring that altered her facial structure, she was unrecognizable. She dragged a small suitcase to the agreed-upon pick-up spot and scanned her surroundings. It was peak hour, and the area outside the airport was a chaotic mix of travelers and locals.

Leilani stood still, unable to spot the contact person immediately, but she didn't panic. She waited with practiced patience.

Before long, an nondescript black van screeched to a halt in front of her. The window rolled down, revealing a young, brash face.

The driver was a boy with full sleeves of tattoos, sparkling ear studs, and a cigarette dangling from his lips. He looked every bit the part of a street thug. He raised an eyebrow and looked her up and down. “You Ms. Sloan?”

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