Clive sneered. “After all, she’s a Sloan? Ha, she hasn’t been one for a long time! We treated her like family, and she treats us like enemies!”
Carola nodded in agreement. “Exactly! Clive has such a good temper, yet she still managed to make him this angry. We really need to teach her a lesson.”
Deborah was also indignant. “Tamara, stop speaking up for her! She’s not worth it at all!”
Between Carola, Clive, and Deborah, they effectively shut down anything Tamara might have said.
Tamara pursed her lips, looking troubled and staying silent, though a triumphant glint flickered in her eyes.
She remembered their purpose for coming here today. But Clive was obviously in a bad mood. Tamara didn’t want to push him. She turned to Deborah and spoke gently. “Deborah, didn’t you want Clive’s autograph? He’s not in the best mood today, so maybe I can bring you back another time, okay?”
As soon as Tamara spoke, Clive and Carola’s eyes immediately focused on Deborah.
Deborah hadn’t yet snapped out of the group’s collective bashing of Leilani. Seeing Clive and Carola staring at her, she panicked and said, “It’s fine! I can get an autograph anytime. Clive’s mood is more important. I’ll just come back next—”
“It’s just a signature. What’s the trouble?” Clive only remembered why they were there after Tamara reminded him. After venting his frustrations with them, his mood wasn’t as irritable and gloomy as before.
His tone softened a few degrees. He casually picked up a photo from the desk, signed it, and handed it to Deborah. “Here.”
Deborah was flattered and took it with both hands. “Thank you, Clive!”
Clive gave a faint hum of acknowledgment and didn’t say anything else.
Carola watched Deborah’s cautious demeanor with a trace of contempt in her eyes. A small-time follower like Deborah, who hadn’t seen much of the world, was certainly easy to placate.
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