The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 1062

Leilani tapped the side of her cheek to make her point. "But those things are only good from a distance or in terrible lighting. If you get even a little close, you can immediately tell the skin texture is unnatural, and the facial expressions are completely stiff. They're just a superficial illusion."

She looked up at Callahan, her gaze clear and analytical. "For this guy to possess and flawlessly use technology of this caliber, he's definitely not your average corporate rival or underworld boss. But if you flip the perspective, isn't that actually a massive vulnerability for him?"

"Exactly!"

Callahan picked up the security screenshot, his eyes so sharp they practically pierced the paper. "I don't care how many masks he wears. Whether he's man or ghost, as long as he has an agenda and keeps making moves, he's going to leave a trail."

He met Leilani's eyes, an unspoken, perfect synchronization passing between them.

"Tamara is our best—maybe our only—lead right now."

"If he risked exposing himself to approach her, it means she either has something he desperately needs, or she's sitting on critical information that we don't have."

"I have a gut feeling about this. He went through hell just to see her, and based on his persistence, there is no way he's just going to let her go."

"He's going to show up again. And when he does, we have to trap him before he can pull his next vanishing act."

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As the night deepened, the Sherwood family mansion was brightly lit, yet a suffocating tension hung over the estate. Mr. Sherwood had been missing for days, and the well-informed staff were already whispering in the corners.

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