The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 212

"You two oddballs. One is publicly trying to poach someone's partner, and the other is strutting around like she owns the place. It’s not easy to find two people so equally dysfunctional at the same time. Since you two have such great chemistry, why don't you just get together? It would save you the trouble of scheming against others all day and doing immoral things."

Both of Micah and Zoey choked on their words simultaneously. Their faces turned a mix of green and white, looking like they had swallowed a lemon.

Leilani didn't bother to engage further. She picked up the wooden box and turned to leave. Behind her, Zoey's exasperated voice rang out. "Leilani! Don't get too arrogant!"

To Leilani's ears, Zoey's roar sounded like nothing more than the proof of her impotent rage. Leilani shook her head with a chuckle, pushed open the door, and walked out in a good mood.

Just as she stepped out of the backstage area, she saw Callahan leaning against the hallway wall waiting for her.

Hearing the movement, he looked up at her, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes. "Handled it?"

Leilani raised a brow. "You heard?"

Then why did he stay outside?

Callahan didn't answer directly. Instead, he naturally reached out, took her wrist, and gently pulled her closer to him.

"Next time, let me go in with you." His voice was deep. "To avoid being harassed by irrelevant people."

Leilani shook the wooden box in her hand and teased, "Are you doubting my combat capabilities, Mr. Langley?"

Callahan chuckled low. "It's not that I don't trust you." His fingers slid down, interlocking with hers. "I just don't want you wasting your time on them."

Zoey's face turned black. Not one to show weakness, she retorted sharply. "You don't seem to be doing much better, Mr. Locke. Your poaching lines sound like they were copied from some trashy romance novel. Utterly tacky! Do you really think you're some kind of domineering CEO? Someone like you can't even compare to a single finger of Callahan's! You actually want to compete with Callahan? Anyone with eyes knows who to choose!"

"I never said I wanted to compare myself to Callahan." Micah raised an eyebrow, deliberately looking her up and down. "What's this? Domineering CEOs? Trashy novels? You seem to know them like the back of your hand, Ms. Yetman. No wonder... Your brain must have rotted from reading that garbage."

Micah dragged out his tone, glancing pointedly at her chest. "All curves and no brain, indeed."

Zoey exploded instantly. "Micah! Watch your mouth!"

Micah spread his hands, smiling a punchable smile. "Just telling the truth."