The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 441

Leilani rubbed her temples, attempting to talk him down. "Callahan, really, I'm fine..."

"The address," he commanded coldly. "Send me the address of where you're staying right now."

Leilani sighed helplessly. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm finding you a new place, and then I'm having someone pick you up," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Once you get the keys, move out immediately."

"Callahan, I'm not a child. I can take care of myself," she protested.

Silence stretched for two seconds on the other end. Callahan knew Leilani’s personality well—she responded to persuasion, not coercion. Pushing her too hard would only trigger her rebellious streak. Realizing this, he softened his voice, infusing it with a trace of helpless tenderness as he patiently explained, "Leilani, I'm not trying to restrict you. I'm just worried."

His deep voice carried a barely perceptible tension. "The security there is poor, and the environment is complicated. I truly cannot rest easy knowing you are living there alone."

Leilani’s heart softened, and her tone grew gentler in response. "...I know."

"So..." Callahan pressed his advantage. "Send me the address. I have a property in the suburbs over there, not far from where you are now. I'll have someone bring you the keys in half an hour."

Leilani wanted to resist one last time. "Actually, there's no need to go to such trouble..."

Callahan cut her off calmly. "Leilani, this is me compromising. Otherwise... I will come there personally to get you."

Leilani sighed, accepting defeat. "...Fine. I'll move."

Only then did the tension in his voice dissolve. "Just moving isn't enough. You need to call me every day to report in."

Leilani couldn't help but chuckle. "Stop acting like a mother hen. It really doesn't suit your domineering CEO image."

The leader was a thug with a cigarette dangling from his lips and a thick gold chain around his neck. Behind him were four or five lackeys, blocking the middle of the road with swaggering arrogance.

"Well, if it isn't Abel," the gold-chain man sneered, revealing a mouthful of yellowed teeth. "What's this? Taking a pretty little thing out for a stroll?"

His eyes raked over Leilani and Abel with brazen insolence.

Abel’s expression darkened the moment he saw them. He stepped in front of Leilani. "Black, watch your mouth."

The man scoffed, his gaze continuing to undress Leilani. "What? So protective of the girl? Is she your new piece? She looks pretty high-quality."

His words were crude and offensive.