The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 192

So... the only suspects left were the group responsible for poisoning Mr. Chilton.

Leilani tapped her finger lightly on the steering wheel, her eyes darkening. She had originally assumed Mr. Chilton was just a high-ranking official within the establishment with some influence.

Now, it seemed things weren't that simple.

...

Upon returning home, Leilani went straight to her computer and logged into the dark web. She entered keywords, attempting to find information related to the establishment and the Chilton family. However, the search results were scarce. She couldn't even find any valuable leads regarding Mr. Chilton’s name. It was as if someone had deliberately wiped everything clean.

Leilani stared at the screen, frowning slightly.

To leave no trace on the dark web, one had to be either a top-tier financial magnate or... part of some unspeakable power.

She had originally just wanted to do Marlon a favor, but now it seemed this water ran deeper than she imagined.

Leilani closed her laptop and leaned back in her chair, lost in thought. She decided she would mention this to Floyd the next time she visited the Chilton villa.

Why not tell him now? Because the people following her clearly didn't intend to harm her yet. If she told Floyd now that she was being tracked, given his overly cautious nature regarding Mr. Chilton, he would probably move their base of operations overnight and pack Leilani up along with them.

The problem was, she couldn't leave yet. She had driven back from the outskirts overnight without rest specifically because she had promised Callahan she would treat Arnold. She couldn't go back on her word.

This time it was just tailing. Next time, it might be something else entirely.

There was silence on the other end for a few seconds before Marlon sighed, his voice low. “Leilani, it’s not that I don't want to tell you. I honestly don't know.”

“You don't know?” Leilani narrowed her eyes. “You set this up, and now you’re telling me you don't know? And didn't you give me all those mysterious hints last time I asked?”

Claiming ignorance now felt like he was playing her.

Marlon let out a guilty, awkward laugh and explained, “I really don't know Mr. Chilton’s specific identity. The reason I could connect you two is that my mother has been friends with Mr. Dillon for years. During a gathering with Mr. Dillon and other old friends, they asked how she had suddenly recovered after being in a coma for so long. That’s when they found out you were the one who cured her. I was asked by Mr. Dillon to help make the introduction.”