The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 295

After bidding Leilani goodnight, Callahan went back and logged onto the dark web, tripling the bounty on the man in the baseball cap.

Under such a heavy reward, there are always brave volunteers. The underground forum went into a frenzy. With the photo, it didn't take long. Less than 24 hours later, an encrypted message arrived on Callahan's phone.

[We have him. Delivering to the designated location tomorrow.]

...

The next day, at an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs.

A man in black, bound tightly, knelt on the ground with a black bag over his head. He looked pathetic. The hood completely blocked his vision, the suffocating darkness bringing an intense sense of insecurity.

The man struggled, shouting in anger. "Who are you people? Why did you grab me? Do you know who I am? Do you know the consequences of touching me? I advise you to let me go right now. If you let me go, I won't pursue this."

No one answered him.

Until—

“Whoosh!”

The black bag was ripped off!

Under the harsh lights, the man squinted to adjust, finally seeing the people in front of him.

Leilani stood with her arms crossed, looking down at him coldly. Beside her sat Callahan, his long fingers tapping the armrest of his chair, his eyes like ice.

The man's pupils shrank. "It... It's you?"

Leilani was the target he had failed to take down three times. He knew her face all too well.

Leilani's lips curved into a smile that held a hidden meaning. "What? You know me?"

The Sherwood Estate.

Inside the study, the atmosphere was heavy. Milford stood before his father, his brow furrowed. "Dad, Yvonne hasn't fully recovered yet. Can we postpone the wedding?"

Tomorrow was Milford and Tamara's wedding. With the ceremony imminent and his sister still lying in a hospital bed, he had no heart for a celebration.

Fitch Sherwood slammed the file in his hand shut. He looked at Milford with eyes full of authority and displeasure.

"Postpone? The invitations went out ages ago. The hotel is booked. You want to delay it now? How would the public view our family?"

Milford clenched his fists. "But Yvonne—"

"What about her?" Fitch interrupted coldly. "Didn't the doctor say she's fine? If she can attend the wedding, she attends. If she can't, it doesn't matter! But you are getting married!"

Milford's throat bobbed, his voice low. "Dad, I don't understand. Why do we have to align with the Sloan family? Does our family really need their resources that badly?"