The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 583

"You..." the woman chided playfully. "You're so bad."

But she liked it.

Clive chuckled lowly, saying no more.

The two of them resumed what they had started, and the room once again descended into a haze of sultry intimacy.

...

Late into the night, the passion finally subsided.

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, Clive lit a cigarette and glanced at his phone with a detached expression. He had absolutely no intention of calling Tamara to explain anything.

Now that he had secured a wealthy patron, his exorbitant breach-of-contract penalty was no longer an issue. Naturally, he no longer needed to rely on his sister. As a result, his resentment toward her had faded as well.

But once trust is broken, it can’t be fully repaired. The ordeal had shown Clive that Tamara wasn't someone he could count on, so their once-close bond was essentially dead.

With Clive refusing to come home or answer calls, Tamara's thoughts drifted elsewhere.

During dinner, noting that Zeus had also been absent for quite a while, Tamara casually asked about him.

Josiah sighed, mentioning that Zeus had turned into a total workaholic. He barely came home anymore and seemed to live at the hospital, and even Josiah was having trouble reaching him.

Hearing this, Tamara dropped the subject.

...

On the eve of the Sloan Group's shareholder meeting.

Sometimes, during a corporate equity shuffle, eight percent falling into the hands of someone with an ulterior motive was more than enough to shift the controlling power of an entire company.

"Longwind Investments!" Hackett’s brows locked tightly together. "Where the hell did this firm come from?"

Thinking about this elusive, phantom-like venture capital firm made Hackett furious. The company seemed to have appeared out of thin air. He couldn't trace its origins, nor could he track its endgame. On the surface, it operated like a completely normal entity, and its targeting of the Sloan Group appeared to be standard commercial activity. However, as an old fox who had survived decades in the business world, Hackett knew better. There was definitely someone powerful pulling the strings behind this firm, and their ambitions were massive.

The thought of the enemy currently holding eight percent of his company felt like a fishbone lodged in Hackett’s throat.

Josiah looked equally grave. "Their background is completely clean. I’ve had people investigating them for months, and we haven't found a single thing out of place."

Sometimes, being too perfect was the biggest red flag of all.

Both Josiah and Hackett suspected the same thing: whoever was behind this firm was coming directly for the Sloan Group.