The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 392

Leilani ignored Stefan's evident surprise regarding her age. Since her release from prison and her subsequent rise in the medical field, she had grown accustomed to people questioning her capabilities based on her appearance.

She took a sip of water and nodded, explaining her background with professional calm. "I practice traditional holistic medicine. After completing my apprenticeship under my mentor, I opened my own clinic. Right now, we have a significant demand for high-quality, authentic medicinal herbs."

She set the glass down, her expression serious. "The problem is the city market. It's monopolized, and the quality is inconsistent. Too many suppliers treat their stock with chemical preservatives or sulfur to enhance the appearance, which doesn't meet my clinic's strict standards. That's why I came to the countryside—to source directly from the growers."

Stefan’s eyes lit up as he processed her words. He slapped his thigh enthusiastically. "Well, isn't that a stroke of luck! If you found your way to Maple Village, you probably already know we specialize in medicinal cultivation. But what’s even more coincidental..."

He leaned in, grinning. "My wife’s family runs a wholesale distribution network. Most of the herbs produced in this region pass through their hands before hitting the market. If your clinic needs a direct line, I can speak to my brother-in-law. You could buy directly from him."

He gestured proudly around the village. "Let me tell you, Ms. Sloan, fate definitely brought you to our door. We process everything naturally here—no chemical agents, just traditional drying methods. You’ve found the right people."

"Really?" Leilani raised an eyebrow, pleasantly surprised. She hadn't expected to secure a potential supply chain so easily on her first trip.

Stefan nodded vigorously. "Absolutely! You saved my wife; you're a hero to this family. Leave it to me."

He turned to Faith. "Honey, call your brother. Tell him we have a VIP guest!"

Although Leilani looked young, Barlow noted her composure. She didn't have the flighty energy of many young people; instead, she possessed a grounded calmness that commanded respect. Coupled with the fact that she had saved his sister, his impression of her was instantly favorable.

Barlow laughed heartily. "Good! Good! I’ve been in this trade for decades, and my instincts are sharp. It’s rare to see someone so young with such skill. You saved my sister—that’s a debt of gratitude I intend to repay."

He waved his hand expansively. "Whatever herbs you need, just say the word. Maple Village has plenty, and for you, we’ll make it happen."

Leilani felt a surge of relief but maintained her professional demeanor. "Barlow, I appreciate your warmth, and I respect the gratitude, but business is business. I believe in transparency, so I have to be clear about my conditions upfront. I hope you won’t be offended."