The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 561

Finally, Leilani let out a sigh. "Alright, but you have to promise me one thing. You must let me make all the arrangements."

Payton chuckled softly. "Deal. We'll do it your way." He paused. "So, we're set to leave in a month?"

"Yes," Leilani replied, glancing at her calendar. "I'll keep an eye on things and get everything ready. Once we're good to go, I'll let you know."

"Sounds good," Payton said decisively. "I'll start making my own arrangements on this end."

After hanging up, Leilani sat motionless, clutching her phone for a long time.

...

Meanwhile, at a suburban villa.

Payton put the phone down and turned to Abel, who was standing in the shadows. "Did you hear all that?"

Abel nodded, pressing his lips together before hesitating. "But, Payton, Dr. Sloan made a fair point. With your health condition..."

"I'm not going to die," Payton waved him off. He rolled his wheelchair over to the desk, pulled open a drawer, and took out a cold, gleaming handgun. "Go get ready. We're leaving in a month."

Abel looked like he wanted to argue, but ultimately just nodded. "Understood."

Payton ran his fingers over the gun, his eyes dark and unreadable. After all these years, it was finally time to settle the score.

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