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The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 949

"A personal matter? What kind of monumental personal matter requires him to keep me completely in the dark?" Dante stopped dead in his tracks, slamming his heavy rosewood cane into the floor with a dull thud. "And Leilani disappeared with him? This isn't right!" He knew his grandson. Unless it was a matter of life and death, Callahan wouldn't act so erratically.

He paced two more laps around the room before abruptly freezing. His cloudy but razor-sharp eyes snapped toward the butler as a terrifying possibility surfaced in his mind. "Wait! Jarvis, go check it yourself, right now! Pull the flight logs and route requests for the corporation's private jets! Look at the last few days—specifically three days ago. See if any jets were deployed. Hurry!"

"Yes, Sir! Right away!" Realizing just how massive this could be, Jarvis practically sprinted out of the study.

The next two hours were sheer torture. Dante slumped back into his armchair, his fingers tapping anxiously against the polished wood armrests, his eyes constantly darting toward the slow-moving clock on the wall.

A dozen horrific scenarios played out in his head—from malicious retaliation by corporate rivals to some catastrophic natural disaster... Every thought made his blood run colder.

Just after nine o'clock, the study doors burst open. Jarvis rushed in, his knuckles white as he gripped a freshly printed sheet of paper. All the color had drained from his face, and his breathing was shallow and ragged. "Sir! I-I found it! In the early hours of the morning three days ago, the Boss... he used his top-tier clearance to authorize the immediate deployment of an untraceable Citation-series jet. The registered destination was... the Mitchina International Airport in Northern Myanor!"

"The sheer force of the explosion triggered localized landslides in the surrounding valleys. At this time, the number of casualties remains unknown. Due to the extreme remoteness of the location and the volatile political climate, official rescue efforts are facing severe complications..."

The broadcast cut to amateur footage of thick, black smoke billowing into the sky above a distant valley. The shaky camera captured a scene of absolute chaos—shattered concrete, burning debris, and panicked crowds blending into a terrifying, apocalyptic nightmare.

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