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The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 528

A few minutes later, several dark figures emerged from the shadows, cursing loudly. "Damn it, this bitch is good at hiding!"

The leader sneered. "She's definitely still close. Search every inch of this place!"

Leilani held her breath, slowing her heart rate down to a barely perceptible thrum. With her slender build, the cloak of night, and her impeccably hidden vantage point, the seven men scoured the area completely oblivious to her presence.

"Are we chasing ghosts? Where the hell is she?"

Suddenly, perhaps infuriated by the fruitless search, one of the men furiously fired his gun into the open lot.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

A flurry of bullets ricocheted off the wall mere inches from Leilani's hiding spot! Concrete fragments exploded outward, and a jagged piece of shrapnel grazed her cheek, leaving a stinging line of crimson.

"Come out! I know you're hiding out there!" the man roared.

Another heavy silence fell.

Swearing aggressively, he stomped a few paces directly toward her hiding spot.

Leilani's pupils shrank. Covering her mouth tightly with her hands, she completely stopped breathing.

After the deafening gunshots, a suffocating silence settled over the lot. Failing to get a reaction, the frustrated man kicked a rusted bucket with immense force.

"Fuck! Keep looking!"

"She'd better pray we don't find her! Because when we do..."

This time, the masked men actually retreated further away.

Leilani knew staying put wasn't a sustainable strategy. The open space around the factory offered virtually no cover. If she moved even slightly, they would spot her instantly. These thugs were fueled by pure rage right now, and they could easily outlast her. They had food and water; she was definitely not going to survive a battle of attrition. She had to create chaos and break their focus while they were still disoriented.

Scanning her surroundings, her eyes locked onto a stack of abandoned fuel drums not far away. If she could ignite those drums and create a distraction, she might buy herself a few precious seconds to bolt.

Taking a deep breath, Leilani hurled the heavy piece of rubble at a metal scaffold on the opposite side of the yard!

“Clang!” The harsh metal collision was deafening in the silent night.

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