The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 713

Rest for a bit?

Absolutely not!

Winifred had invited a massive VIP to her party tonight. The only reason this big shot agreed to come was because they had heard through the grapevine about Clive's striking looks and unique vibe, and their curiosity had been piqued.

Otherwise, with Winifred's current status, she never would have been able to secure their attendance.

If Clive didn't show up tonight, wouldn't she lose this golden opportunity to network with such a powerful figure? It might even piss the VIP off. That was unacceptable!

Thinking of this, Winifred cut him off sharply. "Clive, you better think this through! I've got a very important client waiting to meet you tonight. It's one thing to flake on me, but if you dare offend this client! You'll be on your own from now on! I recall you haven't finished paying off your contract buyout fees yet, have you? You still owe half..."

Clive's face instantly drained of color. "Winifred, are you threatening me? I'm genuinely, physically ill. I'm in this condition, and you're still forcing me to go entertain clients? Are you trying to drive me to an early grave?!"

He had genuinely thought Winifred cared about him, but now it was clear she only ever saw him as a shiny toy to be paraded around.

He had been so incredibly stupid. He had actually believed all the sweet lies she had fed him.

Thinking back to the times she promised to open a production company just for him. Now, it was obvious those were just empty words used to string him along.

Seeing her big deal on the verge of slipping away, Winifred dropped the act entirely. She let out a soft laugh. Her tone was gentle, yet laced with sheer venom.

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