The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 520

"Do I need to prepare anything for the gala?"

This was Leilani's first time attending such a massive corporate celebration, especially in the official capacity of Callahan's girlfriend. For once, she actually felt a flutter of nerves.

Callahan raised an eyebrow, gently squeezing her fingertips with a lazy drawl. "You just need to show up. Leave everything else... to me."

Leilani scoffed lightly. "Don't go overboard."

Callahan chuckled low in his throat. "Don't worry, it'll absolutely match your 'low-key' aesthetic."

Leilani shot him a glance and said nothing more.

Once they were in the car, Callahan steered with one hand while keeping a firm hold on Leilani's with the other. "I'll pick you up tomorrow to try on dresses."

"I can go by myself," Leilani replied.

"Absolutely not." Callahan glanced at her, perfectly justified in his reasoning. "My grandfather insisted. He ordered me to accompany you the entire time."

Leilani was rendered speechless. "Callahan, could you be any more childish?"

This was the umpteenth time today he had used Dante as an excuse. If the old man knew Callahan was throwing his name around like this, he would probably whack him a few times with his cane.

Callahan didn't feel the slightest bit guilty. His thick skin was entirely impenetrable. "I think I'm doing just fine."

...

The next day.

Callahan's black Maybach sat quietly idling by the curb.

The moment Leilani pushed open the lobby doors, she saw him leaning against the car, waiting for her just like always.

He wore a crisply tailored black bespoke suit. His shirt collar was slightly unbuttoned, revealing the pale, sharp lines of his collarbone. The morning light washed over his chiseled profile, making him look both endlessly elegant and effortlessly indolent.

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