The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 978

Ever since Callahan's incident, Talbot Langley hadn't even bothered to hide his fangs. His blatant ambition had instantly shattered the usually relaxed, comfortable atmosphere of the Langley estate, replacing it with a suffocating tension.

Dante Langley had just ended a call with his trusted confidant, Mr. Judson, and his bushy white eyebrows were locked in a furious scowl.

The lawyer had just reported massive, inexplicable cash flow irregularities in several major projects. Key documents had been quietly altered, and the shadow of Talbot Langley was looming over all of it.

But Callahan had only been missing for a week! How long had Talbot been planning this hostile takeover?

Even worse, a dark, terrifying thought crept into Dante's mind: Did Talbot have something to do with what happened to Callahan?

One was the grandson he had practically raised himself, his pride and joy. The other was his own flesh and blood...

The old man hung up the phone, his bony fingers gripping his heavy mahogany cane so tightly his knuckles turned white. He slowly pushed himself up and hobbled over to the window to look outside.

What he saw made his heart sink like a stone.

The courtyard was swarming with unfamiliar, heavily muscled bodyguards. They looked like they were casually stationed around the grounds, but their hawk-like eyes were scanning every square inch of the property. Their aggressive, militant posture made it perfectly clear—this wasn't normal security.

"Jarvis."

"Go see what the hell is going on out there."

He didn't really need to ask. He already knew who was pulling the strings.

Other than his treacherous son, who else would dare turn the family estate into an armed camp!

Dante's voice was raspy and laced with a weariness he couldn't quite hide. The past few days had taken a massive toll on him. Outliving his own grandson was a soul-crushing agony, and now, having to fend off his own son's mutiny? Even his resilient health couldn't withstand this kind of torment.

Before the echoes faded, the heavy oak door of the study was pushed open.

Talbot walked in smoothly, dressed in a perfectly tailored dark gray suit, not a single hair out of place. He wore a look of perfectly calibrated, sickeningly fake concern.

Right on his heels were two massive, stone-faced bodyguards who looked like brick walls. Their presence instantly made the spacious study feel claustrophobic.

"Dad, you're misunderstanding the situation."

Talbot spoke up. He had obviously heard Dante yelling from the hallway.

In contrast to his father's rage, Talbot played the role of the misunderstood son flawlessly. He sighed softly. "These are critical times. The news about what happened to Callahan in Myanor is being suppressed for now, but there are no secrets in this world. Countless predators are watching our family, just waiting for us to show a moment of weakness so they can tear us apart. I brought these guards in strictly for your protection."