The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 440

Just as she finished speaking, the phone in her pocket began to vibrate. She pulled it out and checked the caller ID: it was Callahan.

Ever since Leilani had arrived in Garrison City the day before, Callahan had made it a point to call her at the same time every day. It was his way of ensuring her safety while keeping their connection alive.

Abel caught a glimpse of the name on the screen. After the events of yesterday, he knew exactly who was on the other end of the line—Leilani’s boyfriend. He grinned, shooting Leilani a teasing look. "Well, well, Dr. Sloan. Is the boyfriend calling to check the post?"

Leilani shot him a sideways glance before answering the phone. "Hello?"

On the other end, Callahan’s voice was deep and pleasant. "Are you busy?"

"Yes, something came up suddenly today," Leilani replied, gesturing for the shopkeeper to wrap up the reishi mushrooms she had selected.

Through the receiver, the chaotic background noise of the market—shouting vendors and bartering customers—transmitted clearly. Leilani stood before the cluttered stall, head bowed as she inspected the quality of the herbs, the phone pressed to her ear.

Callahan, sharp as ever, immediately picked up on the commotion. "Are you out?"

"Mhm," Leilani hummed in affirmation. "I'm buying some medicinal ingredients at the herb market. It might be a bit noisy."

Callahan paused for a moment before asking abruptly, "Which herb market?"

Leilani’s fingers stilled for a split second, though her tone remained natural. "Just one nearby."

"Nearby?" Callahan’s voice dropped, taking on a heavier note. "It doesn't sound like a regular market."

Behind Leilani, a vendor shouted at the top of his lungs, "Angelica root! Top quality! Selling cheap!"

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