The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 252

Deborah, however, was in a different boat. She came from an ordinary background and had only managed to infiltrate Tamara’s circle by sheer luck. She had spent her time doing errands and playing the sidekick for Tamara.

Hearing Tamara agree, Deborah’s face lit up with surprise. "Really? Tamara, you're the best!"

Tamara basked in Deborah’s adoring gaze, her mood soaring. She loved this feeling—being put on a pedestal, having people beg her for favors.

She looked at her glamorous reflection in the mirror, smoothing out the hem of her gown, and spoke with feigned casualness. "Since you both like Clive so much... tell you what. Next week, I'll take you directly to his agency for a tour. I can even get him to sign autographs and take photos with you. How about that?"

"Oh my god! Really?" Deborah almost jumped with excitement. "Tamara, you spoil us too much!"

Tamara pursed her lips in a smile, a gleam of triumph in her eyes. She took Deborah and Carola’s hands affectionately. "Well, you guys are my best friends. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't be this nice."

Concert tickets were effortless for her. Offering a few small favors to make Deborah and Carola dead set on serving her? Why wouldn't she?

Having received Tamara's promise, Carola and Deborah were beaming. They hovered around her, eagerly arranging the train of her dress, their words getting sweeter by the second.

"Tamara, you really look like an angel in this!" Deborah carefully held up the train, her tone exaggerated yet sincere. "Milford hit the jackpot marrying you. He must have saved the world in a past life!"

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