The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 476

As it turned out, this was exactly the style Winifred preferred.

Her fingernails, painted a vivid, aggressive red, trailed over the contours of Clive’s muscles, scratching lightly against his shirt with a rhythmic, audible friction that left faint creases in the fabric.

Clive’s entire body went rigid, every instinct screaming at him to recoil, yet he forced himself to remain still.

“I hear you’ve been having a rough time lately,” Winifred murmured, leaning in close enough that the alcohol on her breath washed over his face. “Screwed over by the Fulton family? And facing a three-hundred-million claim from your agency?”

Clive’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “...Yes.”

If not for that catastrophic debt, he never would have reduced himself to this state.

Winifred threw her head back and laughed, the flesh of her body trembling with the force of her amusement. She patted Clive’s arm in a gesture meant to be comforting but feeling more like a claim of ownership.

“Don’t worry. As long as you stick with me from now on, it is just pocket change. It’s not a problem.”

Clive forced the corners of his mouth into a stiff, artificial smile.

“What? Nervous?” She chuckled, her voice thick with a lazy, raspy quality.

Clive’s throat felt tight. The thought of what was expected to happen next made his stomach turn. “I...”

He took a deep breath, finally lifting his head to meet her gaze directly. “I’m not ready for... everything today. Can I just... sell my art and not my body tonight?”

After the words left his mouth, the pounding of his heart was so loud he was sure she could hear it. If Winifred turned hostile or flew into a rage right now, he probably wouldn’t be able to walk out of here in one piece.

However, contrary to his terrified expectations, Winifred didn’t get angry. Instead, she raised an eyebrow and suddenly laughed. “Oh? You’ve got some backbone, don’t you?”

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