The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 70

On the other side, Clive, wearing sunglasses, walked briskly toward the parking lot under the protection of bodyguards. Suddenly, he paused, scanning the crowd.

He thought... he saw Leilani? Was it an illusion?

But when he looked closer, the figure had disappeared around the corner.

"Was I imagining it?" Clive frowned, then relaxed. How could that girl afford a passport and travel?

Thinking of how strange Leilani had been since her release, Clive muttered a curse. "Why am I thinking about her? Bad luck."

...

In the VIP lounge, twenty minutes before departure. Leilani's phone vibrated with a message from the dark web. It was the client she had booked online, asking if she had left.

Leilani checked the time and replied that she was departing.

...

Four hours later. Zamora International Airport.

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