The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 311

Although the other guests couldn't hear the exact words exchanged between the two, Zadie's reaction made it clear that whatever Leilani had said wasn't pleasant.

"Leilani."

Leilani turned toward the voice and saw Josiah calling her. She assumed he was about to guilt-trip her just like Hackett and Clive had attempted.

Unexpectedly, Josiah took a deep breath. His attitude was friendlier than usual, his tone significantly softer. "I know... the Sloan family failed you in this matter."

He paused, looking at her with a complicated expression.

"But what's done is done. Continuing to cause a scene won't benefit anyone. As long as you're willing to let this go and allow things to settle down, we will make it up to you."

Leilani looked at him and suddenly laughed. "Make it up to me? Josiah, what do you think I lack? Money? Status? Or the Sloan family's hypocritical affection?"

Josiah's expression shifted slightly, and his voice deepened. "Leilani, I think our apology has been sincere enough. Don't make this uglier than it needs to be. Do you really want to burn every bridge just to see us fall? Is that what it will take to satisfy you?"

Hackett was calculating. He simply wanted to trick her into returning to the Sloan estate, where he could have her controlled. Once he had her in his grasp, whatever happened to her would be entirely up to him.

Seeing Leilani's silence, Hackett assumed she had been pacified. A flash of triumph crossed his eyes. He reached out to grab Leilani's wrist, softening his voice as if coaxing an unruly child. He almost managed to look like a benevolent father. "Alright, your mother and I were wrong in the past. Dad is apologizing to you right here. Don't hold a grudge against your parents, okay? We can talk about everything when we get home!"

However, before his hand could touch Leilani, it was forcefully blocked by a long, powerful arm. Hackett froze and looked up.

Callahan was standing beside Leilani. His handsome face was devoid of expression, but his eyes were sharp as knives, piercing straight through Hackett.