The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 147

It was no wonder the security inside and outside the villa was so tight, even blocking communication signals. The doctors there were all solemn, acting with caution and precision.

"What about Mr. Dillon?" Leilani continued to ask.

Mr. Dillon's age and aura suggested his rank wouldn't be low either. Plus, the badge he had just given her allowed access to hospital archives nationwide—that wasn't an ordinary privilege.

At the mention of Mr. Dillon, Marlon visibly relaxed. "Mr. Dillon is no ordinary man. He started as a military doctor and holds a very high rank. He's the Director of the Capital Military Hospital. During the border conflicts years ago, he led medical teams on the front lines and saved countless lives."

Leilani recalled the confidence Mr. Dillon had shown when he wanted her as an apprentice. That made sense. A doctor of his caliber probably had baskets of people wanting to learn from him. Someone of his status was rarely rejected so bluntly. Fortunately, Mr. Dillon hadn't been angry at her refusal, or her future work would have been difficult.

"Dr. Cheney?" Marlon sharply noticed her distraction. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Leilani shook her head. "I was just thinking about how Mr. Dillon said he wanted to take me as an apprentice."

Her tone was light, making it hard to realize what a bombshell she had just dropped.

"What? Mr. Dillon wanted you as his apprentice?" Marlon slammed on the brakes, then quickly released them, pressing for details. "You... you refused?"

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