The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 595

Leilani flipped through the pages of the report, her brow furrowing deeper and deeper. "This toxin... was it synthesized in a lab?"

Ethan nodded.

"Furthermore, the extraction method used to produce it was incredibly professional. This isn't something an ordinary person could just get their hands on." Ethan looked at her with grave seriousness. "Leilani, this man is a crucial informant we've been tracking for over two years. He's sitting on vital evidence. The mastermind orchestrating this is likely terrified that we're going to get our hands on that proof, which is why they wanted him silenced. That epileptic episode was no accident."

Honestly, Leilani wasn't surprised by this conclusion in the slightest. The true burning question was: who possessed the ability to bypass the heavily fortified police checkpoints to administer this drug to the prisoner?

Closing the file, Leilani looked up at him, deciding to test the waters. "Has Mr. Dillon seen these reports?"

A look of mild shock rippled across Ethan's face. "Mr. Dillon?"

Leilani nodded.

"He went out of his way to call me this morning just to instruct me to keep a close eye on this patient's condition."

Ethan remained quiet for a long moment before suddenly asking, "Leilani, are you and Mr. Dillon... close?"

"You could say he's my mentor," Leilani replied candidly. "We worked together for a while back then."

Even though she had never formally agreed to take Floyd on as her teacher, she deeply respected his medical prowess. They didn't need a formal ceremony to validate their bond, so calling him her mentor felt perfectly appropriate.

A dark, unreadable depth pooled in Ethan's eyes. Finally, he simply stated, "Leilani, regarding everything happening internally within our precinct... could I ask you to keep it an absolute secret? Don't tell anyone, not even Mr. Dillon."

Leilani paused. "Why?"

*Beep!*

The electronic lock disengaged.

Leilani pushed the heavy doors open. Inside, the archives were dim, lit only by a few cold overhead lights.

Leilani made a beeline straight for the filing cabinets labeled "Special Cases," her fingertips dancing rapidly across the tops of the manila folders.

Suddenly, the crisp echo of footsteps sounded from behind her. Leilani whipped around, only to see Zeus standing squarely in the doorway in a pristine white doctor's coat, his complexion pallid and his gaze chillingly dark.

As their eyes locked, the air in the room instantly froze solid. After all, the last time the two of them crossed paths in this very room, the encounter had been anything but pleasant.