The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 832

The days leading up to their business trip flew by in a blur.

Leilani had been working nonstop. Scheduling her patients was a meticulous, drawn-out process, especially since most of their holistic treatments required staggered sessions over several weeks. Juggling her clinic hours with the need to pack for an extended trip left her exhausted.

Callahan wasn't having an easy time either. As the CEO of a publicly traded company, stepping away for an extended period meant back-to-back meetings and a mountain of delegated tasks to sort out.

Finally, the day before they were scheduled to fly out to Northern Myanor, they managed to get their luggage packed and ready.

Before leaving the country, they naturally had to check in with Callahan's grandfather, Dante Langley. With their bags by the door, they drove over to the family estate.

Callahan drove while Leilani held onto the thoughtful gifts she had prepared.

The car glided down the familiar tree-lined avenue before pulling into the driveway of the grand, ivy-draped estate.

When they walked onto the patio, they found Dante relaxing in a wicker chair, his silver-rimmed reading glasses perched on his nose as he read the morning paper.

Hearing their footsteps, he slowly looked up. The moment he recognized them, the wrinkles around his eyes crinkled into a warm, affectionate smile.

"Ah, Leilani!" Dante called out warmly. "Come in, come in! Don't just stand out there in the heat."

"Hi, Dante," Leilani greeted with a bright smile, quickening her pace to hand him the sleek paper bag she was holding. "We drove past this new artisan bakery on the way here. A friend mentioned their stuff is amazing, so we picked up some of your favorite cinnamon rolls."

"They're fresh out of the oven," she added. "You should try one while they're warm."

"But Leilani went out of her way because she cares."

Laughing, the three of them made their way inside.

In the dining room, the housekeeper was quietly setting the silverware. The long mahogany table was already filled with a spread of mouth-watering dishes, the savory steam rising into the air.

"You two are in for a treat today," Dante said, enthusiastically gesturing for them to sit. He pointed to the centerpiece—a beautifully roasted wild fish garnished with fresh herbs and a light citrus glaze.

"Mr. Judson caught this down at the lake this morning. It was practically still swimming when he brought it over. You can't get any fresher than that."