The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 546

Clive wanted to act arrogant, did he? They were going to see exactly how he intended to survive in the entertainment industry after this.

With Clive and Glitz Entertainment officially tearing at each other's throats, the agency decided they had nothing left to lose. They bought off major gossip tabloids and dragged every piece of ancient dirt they had on Clive into the brutal spotlight. His reputation plummeted rapidly, and the comments sections on Twitter became an absolute bloodbath.

However, Clive didn't care in the slightest. After all, he had just secured a massive fortune. Furthermore, while the internet waged war over him, he was too busy living it up with Winifred.

The night was heavy and still, the pool’s surface rippling gently as it reflected the starlight.

Clive leaned lazily against a lounge chair, a glass of whiskey held loosely between his fingers. The amber liquid glinted coolly under the soft lights. His shirt collar was unbuttoned, revealing faint, suggestive red marks on his collarbone, but his gaze was somewhat cold.

Winifred walked over, wrapped in a luxurious silk robe. With a slight curve on her red lips, she sat beside him, her fingertips gently tracing his arm. "What's wrong? Still thinking about Glitz Entertainment?"

Clive lowered his eyes, pulling his lips into a faint smile. His tone carried a deliberate hint of grievance. "You have no idea. The contract they showed me was basically a slavery agreement. I’ve never seen such extortionate terms in my entire life. I didn't sign with them like you asked me to... You aren't mad at me, are you?"

Thinking about the massive investment Winifred had poured into Glitz Entertainment, Clive’s gaze held a touch of probing hesitation.

Winifred leaned closer, comfortably resting her hand on his shoulder. "Tell me exactly what happened."

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