The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 17

Leilani didn't stop walking. She breezed past him without even giving him a glance.

Clive's face darkened. He grabbed her wrist. "I'm talking to you!"

He and Tamara had come over worried she might be doing something shady that would ruin the Sloan family's reputation, and this was her attitude? She really was an ingrate who couldn't be tamed!

Leilani was forced to stop. She glanced coldly at the hand restraining her and said calmly, "Let go."

Where did these Sloans get this annoying habit of always grabbing her?

Clive narrowed his eyes. Instead of letting go, he tightened his grip. "Where did you get the money to buy a house? Did you do something shameful?"

Tamara sobbed quietly from the side. "Clive, don't be like this... Leilani might have just met a benefactor..."

"Benefactor?" Clive sneered. "What benefactor would give her millions for no reason? Leilani, are you someone's mistress? Tamara liked that apartment. Why didn't you let her have it? Instead, you used your dirty money to humiliate her. Leilani, have you no shame?"

A cold light suddenly appeared in Leilani's eyes. She violently shook off his hand with such force that Clive staggered back half a step.

"Clive," she said, enunciating each word. "My business is none of your concern. I have already cut ties with the Sloan family! Stop jumping around in front of me like a pest!"

Clive's face turned livid. He was about to explode when Tamara suddenly pulled at his sleeve, speaking timidly. "Clive, forget it... Leilani doesn't want to say, let's not force her..."

As she spoke, tears fell pitter-patter, as if she had suffered a monumental wrong.

Seeing this, Clive patted her hand in distress and turned to glare at Leilani sternly. "Leilani, Tamara is always thinking of you, yet this is your attitude? Do you have no conscience?"

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