The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 413

"And just so you know." Stuart turned toward the door, dropping one last sentence before leaving. "Starting today, all your scheduled appearances are suspended. Until you secure that investment, you won't have a single gig. You're on your own."

The door slammed shut.

Clive remained frozen in place, his phone screen still glowing with the number of times he had dialed Tamara. He stared intensely at the number, then suddenly swept the clutter off the table and smashed it against the wall!

“Crash!”

The cup shattered into pieces, just like his dignity which had been torn apart in public.

Didn't she say he was her favorite brother? Why, of all times, did she not answer the phone now? She had made him look bad in front of Stuart!

Clive collapsed into his chair, and for the first time, a genuine resentment toward the sister he had pampered since childhood welled up inside him.

The sunlight outside the window was blinding, illuminating his pale face. In a trance, he suddenly remembered the look Leilani gave him many years ago when she was being loaded into the police car. Calm, disappointed, as if she had seen through everything long ago.

At the time, he had only felt vindicated. Now, he finally understood... that was the look one gave a clown.

...

Three days later, Clive failed to bring in any investment, nor did he bow his head to find Judie. The company executed the shelving plan without hesitation.

Overnight, all of Clive's endorsements were withdrawn. His role in a new drama was recast, and even his scenes in a variety show that had already been recorded and was about to air were cut completely clean.

When Clive's rivals heard he was being blacklisted, they seized the opportunity. Remembering how Clive had used them as shields and spread rumors about them in the past, they added fuel to the fire, amplifying his old scandals.

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