The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 981

An invisible pressure loomed over the estate. Usually just solemn, today the atmosphere was downright suffocating.

Letty Palmer’s heart sank, a heavy sense of dread seizing her. She quickened her pace, practically rushing into the living room.

Sure enough, the sight that greeted her made her blood run cold.

Reese sat leisurely on the main sofa, acting like the lady of the house as she directed the staff to rearrange the centerpieces on the coffee table.

"Reese! What the hell is going on? Who are these strangers? Who gave Talbot's family permission to bring all these random people into the estate?" Letty snapped!

Hearing her voice, Reese slowly placed her gold-rimmed coffee cup back onto its saucer with a soft clink.

She lazily lifted her gaze, a blatant sneer playing on her lips. "Well, look who's back."

"Don't be so fiery. It's been a while, hasn't it? Why are you always yelling the second you see me?"

"Talbot is just doing this for Dad's safety. With everything going wrong lately and the house in chaos, it only makes sense to have extra security. We wouldn't want anyone with hidden agendas taking advantage of the situation and putting Dad at risk."

Reese’s words were laced with poison, neatly tossing the accusation of "random people" right back at Letty.

"You're talking nonsense!"

Letty was pale with fury, her chest heaving. "This is the Langley estate! The main branch runs this household! Since when does Talbot's side get to dictate the security detail here?"

"Dad is upstairs resting. Keep your voice down, you wouldn't want to disturb him."

Reese lowered her voice, sounding like a hissing snake, her words a naked threat. "I suggest you read the room and play it smart, Letty. Dad is getting up there in years, and the recent shock was too much for him. He needs absolute bed rest. The doctor's orders were clear—no visitors."

"If you insist on throwing a tantrum and acting like a child, don't blame me for tossing aside the last shreds of our sister-in-law affection."

With that, she shot a look at the two massive bodyguards standing nearby. They immediately stepped forward, their towering frames casting a shadow over Letty. Though they hadn't raised their hands, their posture made it crystal clear they were ready to "escort" her out—or perhaps even lock her in her room.

At that critical moment, the two sharp-eyed men who had silently shadowed Letty instantly stepped up, shielding her.

They might not have been as bulky as the Langley security, but their gazes were razor-sharp, their stances grounded. They radiated the dangerous aura of men who had seen real combat, staring down Reese’s guards without flinching.