The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 295

After bidding Leilani goodnight, Callahan went back and logged onto the dark web, tripling the bounty on the man in the baseball cap.

Under such a heavy reward, there are always brave volunteers. The underground forum went into a frenzy. With the photo, it didn't take long. Less than 24 hours later, an encrypted message arrived on Callahan's phone.

[We have him. Delivering to the designated location tomorrow.]

...

The next day, at an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs.

A man in black, bound tightly, knelt on the ground with a black bag over his head. He looked pathetic. The hood completely blocked his vision, the suffocating darkness bringing an intense sense of insecurity.

The man struggled, shouting in anger. "Who are you people? Why did you grab me? Do you know who I am? Do you know the consequences of touching me? I advise you to let me go right now. If you let me go, I won't pursue this."

No one answered him.

Until—

“Whoosh!”

The black bag was ripped off!

Under the harsh lights, the man squinted to adjust, finally seeing the people in front of him.

Leilani stood with her arms crossed, looking down at him coldly. Beside her sat Callahan, his long fingers tapping the armrest of his chair, his eyes like ice.

The man's pupils shrank. "It... It's you?"

Leilani was the target he had failed to take down three times. He knew her face all too well.

Leilani's lips curved into a smile that held a hidden meaning. "What? You know me?"

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