The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 301

For a moment, the expressions on both men's faces were somewhat subtle.

Zeus sneered, swirling the red wine in his glass, his tone dripping with mockery. "She actually dared to show up? Dressed like that, people might think she's here for a funeral."

Josiah frowned and glanced at him. "Watch what you say."

Zeus shrugged, unbothered. "Am I wrong? Look at her. All black, not a single piece of jewelry. It's pathetic." He narrowed his eyes, his tone flippant. "I really don't know what those big shots see in her. Her medical skills? Hah, they're probably just interested in her face, aren't they?"

Josiah's frown deepened, but he didn't engage with the comment. He simply stated, "Today is Tamara's wedding. Don't bring up useless topics."

Zeus huffed lightly and stopped his sarcasm. He turned his attention to Tamara and Milford on the stage, speaking lazily, "Milford is lucky, marrying our Tamara."

Josiah followed his gaze, his expression indifferent. "A marriage alliance between the two families benefits the Sloan Group."

Zeus raised an eyebrow. "Josiah, you make it sound like Tamara is just a bargaining chip."

Josiah didn't reply; he just took a sip of his wine. In his eyes, whether it was Tamara or Leilani, they were nothing more than pawns for the Sloan family. It was just that Tamara was more useful.

The volume of their conversation was neither loud nor quiet—just enough for the nearby guests to hear.

Someone whispered in agreement, "Leilani really has no manners. Dressing like that for an occasion like this is so disrespectful."

"Exactly. It's her own sister's wedding, and she looks like she's attending a wake."

The gossip reached Leilani's ears, but she didn't even lift her eyelids. She just sat quietly in the guest seating, the corners of her lips curling up slightly.

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