The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 972

When the voice changer finally crackled to life, the tone was deadpan, yet the words carried a spine-chilling cruelty.

"The explosives were calculated down to the ounce. Once detonated, nothing living within a mile radius could survive. As for the girl you're so worried about... I imagine she's been vaporized. Not even a trace of ash left."

"Why? Hearing this news... you don't seem overly thrilled."

"Are you mourning her?"

The masked man's icy gaze swept over him.

Fitch felt his heart stop, as if an invisible hand had just crushed it.

The masked man's stare was so intimidating that Fitch instinctively averted his eyes, unable to hold the eye contact.

"No, of course not, sir. Why would I? Leilani and Callahan were on the same side. She was only ever going to be an obstacle for us."

"Besides, if it weren't for her, my daughter and I wouldn't be estranged... Her dying in there solves a major problem for my family."

As Fitch spoke, he felt like he was hypnotizing himself. The more he said it, the more he believed it was the truth.

But for some inexplicable reason, even knowing that Callahan and Leilani had been eradicated, he couldn't find the immediate joy he expected.

Instead, there was a fleeting moment of emptiness—like a bowstring kept taut for too long that suddenly had no target.

The masked man shot him a dismissive look. "It better be..."

Fitch knew the man was dissatisfied with his momentary hesitation.

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