The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 529

Ahead of her, over a dozen armed mercenaries closed in, their muzzles glinting menacingly under the moonlight.

"Dr. Sloan, stop fighting it," the leader sneered mockingly. "Come with us, and we might let you keep your miserable life."

Leilani's lips curved into a bloodstained, defiant smirk. "Keep my life? Are you sure you're the ones making that call?"

The man's eyes hardened with lethal intent. He raised a hand, signaling his men. "Take her alive!"

The moment the words left his mouth, an unexpected sound shattered the tension.

Instead of the deafening crack of gunfire, the violent, unmistakable roar of an engine tore through the night sky. The thunderous revving echoed from the distance, followed immediately by the agonizing shriek of burning tires.

VROOM!

A sleek black Maybach tore through the barricade like an enraged beast. Tires smoked and screeched against the asphalt as the blinding high beams flooded the alley, forcing the mercenaries to shield their eyes!

Panic instantly rippled through the ranks as they wildly redirected their weapons.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three flawless shots fired from the descending car window, instantly dropping the three men at the front of the pack!

The car door violently swung open, and a tall, imposing figure stepped out. A black trench coat billowed dramatically in the icy wind.

"Leilani!"

That familiar, commanding voice sliced through the darkness like a blade through silk. Leilani's head snapped up. Callahan?

Seeing the rapidly arriving convoy, the leader realized his window had closed. Scowling fiercely, he quickly ordered his men to fall back.

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