The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 836

Honestly, Dante had been terrified that Callahan's blunt nature might accidentally drive away a catch like Leilani.

But from the way she spoke, it was clear they were incredibly in sync.

Since they were on the same page, the old man decided to drop it. They were both mature adults; they had their own timeline, and he didn't need to micromanage their relationship.

"Alright, alright, eat up."

"Especially you, Leilani. You need to eat more. Once you go abroad, you'll be stuck eating all that Western fast food. It doesn't hold a candle to a proper home-cooked meal."

The three of them settled into a comfortable silence, the only sound in the dining room being the soft clinking of silverware against porcelain.

With Dante at the head of the table and the couple flanking him, the atmosphere was perfectly warm and tranquil.

But that peace was abruptly shattered by the sound of approaching footsteps and a familiar, high-pitched voice echoing from the hallway.

"Grandpa! Bagot and I came to see you!"

Beatty's voice arrived long before she did.

A second later, she practically skipped into the dining room like an energetic puppy, clinging to her older brother, Bagot's, arm.

The moment Bagot stepped into the room, his eyes locked onto Leilani sitting beside their grandfather.

His expression instantly darkened.

What the hell is she doing here?

Bagot vividly remembered the last time his parents, Talbot and Reese, had visited the estate. They had arrived in high spirits and left looking absolutely furious.

Later, he had overheard that their humiliation had something to do with Leilani.

Originally, Bagot had thought Leilani was pretty and capable, and he hadn't minded her. But knowing his parents had been kicked out of the house because of her completely turned him against her.

By extension, he now couldn't stand the sight of Callahan, either.

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