The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 97

Leilani paused in her movements, a playful glint in her eyes. Callahan had actually agreed to the blind date? She was rather looking forward to seeing the expression on his face when he realized his blind date was her.

"Sure," she chuckled, her voice soft and clear. "See you in a week, then."

Hanging up, Leilani walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the city lights, her fingers tracing the edge of her phone, the smile in her eyes deepening.

Callahan returned to Celestial Heights, his finger hesitating for a split second over the button for Leilani’s floor. Floor 18, Leilani’s home.

He frowned slightly, suppressing the inexplicable restlessness in his heart. His finger moved up, and the button for the 19th floor lit up.

Exiting the elevator, Callahan walked straight to his apartment. He sat on the sofa, rubbing his brow in exhaustion. After meeting this "Ms. Cheney," the matter would be settled once and for all.

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After returning to the country, Leilani’s life remained fast-paced and low-key. By day, she organized the herbs she brought back from Zamora at home, occasionally logging onto the dark web to take a few special orders. The two orders she had taken previously had resulted in a 100% satisfaction rate, making her medical skills famous in the dark web circles, flooding her private inbox with requests.

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