The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 515

Leilani shut the door behind her, completely indifferent to the hushed whispers trailing in her wake. To her, finding a cure for Payton's poison was the only thing that mattered. As for the Sloan family, they were nothing more than background noise.

Speaking of the poison, Leilani had spent the last few days scouring the internet for clues about those mysterious coordinates, but she had hit a complete dead end. Realizing she had no other viable options, Leilani decided she would have to reach out to Floyd Dillon for help once more.

Never one to waste time, she called Floyd immediately.

When he picked up, his voice carried a warm, cheerful tone. "Leilani? To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure? How have things been with Malcolm Sewell recently?"

Mentioning Malcolm softened Leilani’s mood, and she smiled as she replied. "Quite well, actually. He's been a massive help."

Floyd sounded relieved. He had been worried that Malcolm's infamous stubborn streak might clash with Leilani.

"The boy can be a bit reserved, but his professional skills are top-notch," Floyd chuckled. "You young folks should collaborate more. He might just give you some fresh perspectives."

"We will," Leilani agreed. "I even promised to bring him a gift the next time I visit Garrison City."

Floyd laughed heartily. "Excellent! That boy has a weak spot for a good vintage bourbon. Bring him a bottle or two next time, and I guarantee he'll be thrilled!"

A hint of amusement danced in Leilani's eyes. "I will."

Floyd's booming laugh echoed through the receiver. He added teasingly, "You know, Malcolm isn't half bad looking, but his temper... Tsk, tsk! He can be an absolute bear. The girls in his lab are always trying to find excuses to bring him gifts, and he doesn't even bat an eye. It's a miracle you two are getting along so well."

Leilani stood on her balcony, letting the evening breeze gently tousle her hair. With the pleasantries out of the way, she cut straight to the chase. "Mr. Dillon, I actually called because I need your advice on something."

"Oh?" Floyd's tone softened with curiosity. "What is it?"

"How much do you know about Savage Mountain in Northern Myanor? It's about the patient I mentioned last time. I traced the toxins in his system, and the source likely points to that region. But there is barely any information online, so I figured I would ask you."

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