The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 954

"Understood, Mr. Fulton! Consider it done!" the man on the other end replied without hesitation.

Hanging up, Donovan immediately dialed several other numbers, tapping into almost every overseas contact and shadow network he had at his disposal.

Once the web was cast, he walked back to his wife and pulled her shaking shoulders into his arms, trying to ease her frantic heartbeat.

"It's handled. I've sent word down the pipeline in Myanor. They're deploying their top operatives to track them. With any luck, we'll have their coordinates soon."

Leaning against his chest, Libby finally let her tears fall. "Donovan, we have to find them... If something happens to that boy, Letty is going to..."

Ever since Letty's husband had passed away, she and Dante had dedicated their lives to raising Callahan. If anything happened to him, Libby couldn't even fathom the depth of her sister's breakdown.

Besides, Libby had watched Callahan grow up. She adored her nephew and couldn't bear the thought of losing him.

"I know." Donovan gently rubbed her back. "Callahan is going to be fine."

"You know the kid isn't like the rest of the heirs in his circle. Practically no one in his generation can hold a candle to him. He's strategic, highly disciplined, and always thinking three steps ahead. And from what Judie tells me, Leilani is a force to be reckoned with herself."

"They aren't going to go down easy in a place like that. Just wait. We'll hear something soon."

Let's hope so.

Curled in her husband's embrace, Libby prayed for her nephew and Leilani.

Please, let them be okay.

In a fraction of a second, the color drained from the butler's face. The hand holding the tablet trembled violently.

"Sir..." Jarvis's voice wavered with disbelief and a rising, sickening fury.

Dante looked up, his brow furrowing.

In all the years Jarvis had served him, Dante had never seen that expression on the man's face.

Dante's heart plummeted, as if seized by an invisible fist. He slammed his silverware down, the porcelain clattering sharply. "What is it? Did they find Callahan?"

He clung to the fragile hope that it was good news. But Jarvis's face told a different story.