The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 455

Luke waved his hands frantically, explaining with a guilty conscience, "Clive, don't use such ugly words! Who said anything about selling yourself? It's just... accompanying her for a meal. Just chatting..."

Seeing Clive’s continued look of disdain, Luke’s temper flared, fueled by his own embarrassment. "Do you think you can still afford to be high and mighty? The Fulton family has already put the word out! Do you believe me when I say no one in the entire industry dares to touch you right now? You're being ungrateful! Winifred is the only one willing to help after hearing about your situation! I'm advising you to just go have that meal and solve this mess!"

To the furious Clive, Luke’s earnest pleading sounded like nothing more than pimping. Accompanying a rich patron for drinks and dinner... that was something only the lowest-tier actors with no resources would do. Clive had been a star from the moment he debuted. Asking him to do this now was the ultimate humiliation.

Seeing Luke continue to babble, Clive stood up abruptly. Right in front of Luke’s face, he ripped the business card into shreds. With a flick of his wrist, he threw the pieces at Luke. The paper confetti rained down on Luke’s face before fluttering to the floor.

Clive pointed a finger at Luke, almost poking him in the eye. "Let me tell you something, Luke! Even if I retire from this industry, I won't debase myself for some old woman!"

Luke, face pale, brushed the paper scraps off his suit. His tone turned frosty. "Clive, do you not understand your current position?"

He began counting off on his fingers. "Fulton Group pulled their capital. Brands are terminating contracts. The production crew replaced you. Even the beverage you endorsed has been pulled from shelves!"

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