The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 382

"Mr. Watson... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt your conversation. It was my fault; I've upset you. Please accept my apology. I'll leave right now."

Tamara lifted her head, tears teetering on her lashes, looking fragile and pathetic. "Interrupting you was my mistake. Please don't take your anger out on my brother because of me."

Seeing this, Clive immediately stepped in front of her, his tone hostile. "Mr. Watson, that's enough! Target me if you want, but Tamara is my sister. You have no right to lecture her! I'll go home and talk to my dad about the investment I promised. Until then, treat us with some respect!"

Mr. Watson looked at Clive, utterly speechless at how blinded the young man was by Tamara. He shook his head, too tired to argue further, and turned to leave.

Before stepping out, he glanced back at Tamara and dropped a cold warning. "Ms. Sloan, don't be so arrogant as to think everyone else is an idiot. That little scheming act of yours? Aside from Clive, everyone sees right through it. You'd best watch yourself."

“Bang!”

The door slammed shut.

Tamara's tears stopped instantly. In the corner where Clive couldn't see, her eyes turned cold and venomous as she stared at the closed door. Who did this Mr. Watson think he was, daring to treat her like that? Was Leilani pulling strings behind the scenes?

Comforted by Clive, Tamara dropped the aggrieved look and nodded obediently.

Later, after Clive removed his stage makeup, they returned to his private dressing room. He sat on the sofa, his face still gloomy, fingers tapping restlessly on the armrest. Despite comforting Tamara moments ago, the reality of the Fulton Group withdrawing their capital weighed heavily on him, fueling his irritation.

Tamara stood to the side, quietly observing his expression, calculating what to say to lift his spirits. After being rejected by Josiah and Zeus recently, she had learned to be smarter. She couldn't let Clive associate her with trouble. Right now, Clive was her only reliable pillar in the Sloan family. She absolutely could not leave a bad impression.

Tamara walked softly to Clive's side, placed her hands on his shoulders, and began to massage him.