The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 369

Carola stumbled as she was dragged along, completely confused. "Tamara? Why are you walking so fast?"

Tamara didn't answer, just gripping her pass tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Yvonne withdrew her gaze and tugged gently on Leilani’s sleeve, whispering, "Leilani, just now... Tamara seemed to see us."

Leilani didn't even look up, her tone indifferent. "Yeah, she saw."

Judie leaned in, her face full of gossip. "Why didn't she come over to pick a fight? That's not her style!"

Yvonne pursed her lips and said softly, "She... seems a little afraid of me."

Leilani glanced sideways at her, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly. "People with a guilty conscience are always afraid."

Yvonne blinked, then suddenly smiled. "So she gets scared too."

Judie patted her on the shoulder, grinning. "Yvonne, right now you are her 'nightmare'! She harmed you once, so now you get to make her live in fear forever!"

...

The ticket Clive had prepared for Tamara was for Box 3, which was near the center but slightly off to the side.

The VIP boxes were located in the area with the best view of the venue, surrounded by leather sofas, with exquisite fruit platters and champagne on crystal coffee tables. The floor-to-ceiling glass wall offered a panoramic view of the stage. It was soundproofed excellently without diminishing the impact of the live performance, and the temperature was precisely controlled at 72 degrees.

As soon as Tamara sat down, Carola couldn't help but exclaim, "Tamara, your brother treats you so well! Normal people can't get seats this close to the front!"

Tamara raised her chin triumphantly. "Of course, Clive cares about me the most."

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