The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 619

If so, hadn't her words to Judie come true in the most ironic way?

Thinking of Clive's usual arrogance and conceited attitude, the thought of him suffering from some shameful illness brought a slight smile to Leilani's lips.

While she couldn't be certain the poster was Clive, the prospect of a good laugh was too tempting to pass up. After all, opportunities to witness the downfall of the proud young master of the Sloan family were rare.

Even if it wasn't him, she'd still earn five million, so there was no loss. But if it really was Clive... the scene was sure to be very, very interesting.

With a soft click of the mouse, Leilani accepted the order. Too many unpleasant things had happened lately; she might as well go find some amusement for herself.

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The next day, Leilani arranged to meet the dark web poster at a private clinic in the afternoon. Before the patient arrived, she stood before a mirror, making final adjustments to her face.

It was a small habit she'd developed for her dark web consultations. Given the complex identities of her clients and her own close relationships with people like Floyd and Ethan, she couldn't risk being recognized.

Her disguised features were plain and unfamiliar. She put on a pair of heavy-framed glasses, which dulled the usual sharpness of her eyes, leaving only a physician's detached calm. Thrown into a crowd, this version of Leilani would be just another ordinary doctor.

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