The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 412

Seeing that Clive was impervious to both soft and hard tactics, Stuart didn't want to waste any more time coddling him. "Hah, who do you plan to rely on?"

He had been claiming he would secure investment for days now, yet there wasn't even a shadow of it. In Stuart's view, if Clive continued like this, being blacklisted by the company was his inevitable end.

Clive, however, was dismissive. No matter what, he would not debase himself by apologizing to others. He was still the lofty heir of the Sloan Group, after all. If people found out he begged for forgiveness, how could he ever show his face in his social circle again?

Clive clenched his fists, lifting his chin arrogantly. "My sister... Tamara."

Mentioning this name, his tone unconsciously took on a note of certainty. "She is the young mistress of the Sherwood family. Milford Sherwood treats her very well. As long as she asks, the Sherwood family will definitely help."

Stuart smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Is that so? Then why don't you call and ask her right now?"

Clive's face stiffened slightly. He had called Tamara several times recently, but whether she was busy or for some other reason, all the calls had gone unanswered. His WhatsApp messages had also sunk like stones in the ocean.

But he couldn't show weakness in front of the company, so he said coldly, "She's been busy lately. I'll contact her again. As long as I bring the investment to the company, that's enough, isn't it?"

Stuart crossed his arms, staring coldly at Clive, his tone dripping with undisguised sarcasm. "Why do I find that so hard to believe? You said the Sherwood family's young mistress is the sister you dote on the most. Yet you don't even dare to make a phone call?"

Clive's jaw tightened, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. "I told you she is busy. Do you have to force me to call her right now? Mr. Larson, leave some room for dignity!"

Stuart scoffed, no longer believing Clive had any chance of turning things around. He slid his phone directly in front of Clive, staring dead into his eyes, and commanded, "Call now. Put it on speaker."

Clive looked up sharply. "Mr. Larson!"

Was Stuart really going to leave him with absolutely no dignity?

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