The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 179

Zeus was growing impatient. He couldn't wait to go inside and meet Mr. Dillon, but on the surface, he maintained a humble smile. "I understand."

After all, if it weren't for Zane, he wouldn't even have this interview opportunity. No matter how impatient he felt, he couldn't show it.

Zeus's refined and elegant appearance was his best camouflage. Coupled with the fact that he was wearing a sharp suit today, standing tall with a composed demeanor, he looked the part.

Zane looked Zeus up and down, then nodded with satisfaction. With Zeus's outfit and temperament, he felt the man would definitely pass the interview today. Once he was on Mr. Dillon's team, Zeus would owe him a huge favor.

Zeus followed Zane into the research institute building, walked through the long corridor, and finally stopped at the door of a conference room. Through the glass window, Zeus could see several doctors sitting inside, looking serious as they flipped through documents.

Zane whispered, "Wait here for now. Someone will call you in shortly."

Zeus nodded, but he couldn't help but sneer internally. No matter how impressive Leilani seemed, she was just a trophy who got by on her looks. Could she be as professional as him? When he got into Mr. Dillon's team based on his own strength, he would definitely kick Leilani out.

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On the other side, Leilani had just bought a car and left the commercial district.

Marlon called immediately. He said he was about to arrive in Brass City and told her to get ready to head out. Leilani told Marlon that she had just bought a new car and planned to follow behind him, driving herself to the villa in the suburbs.

After meeting up with Marlon, she followed behind his car, heading toward the villa area in the suburbs of Brass City.

He couldn't even rush her. Watching Leilani drive was actually kind of funny. "Fine, fine, safety first! But at this speed, we probably won't arrive until noon."

Leilani ignored him and continued to focus on the steering wheel, following slowly. She wasn't actually afraid of the bumps, she was just being cautious.

She looked down at her phone. The screen was still displaying the message Callahan had sent the night before.

[Send me a message when you get signal.]

A simple sentence, yet it made her feel an inexplicable warmth. She pressed her lips together, put the phone back in her pocket, and continued to focus on driving.