"Tamara! Have you forgotten who helped you frame Leilani? Who helped you curry favor with the Sherwood family? Who stood by your side when everyone else turned their backs on you? And this is how you repay me?"
"Clive!" Each of Clive's accusations struck a nerve, sending Tamara, who already felt guilty and defensive, into a panic. Unable to bear his recriminations any longer, she shrieked to interrupt him, her tone frantic. "Clive! Just calm down! Don't panic, I... I'll think of something else! I can help you, I promise I'll help you!"
By the end, Tamara’s voice was choking with tears. "Clive, I know I’m useless right now, but you’re my favorite brother. If there was any way, do you think I would ever leave you to deal with this alone?"
After enduring Stuart’s humiliation earlier, Clive had developed an immunity to Tamara’s emotional manipulation. Since she clearly couldn't help him, there was no point in wasting his breath. Continuing would only make him angrier and more heartbroken. He replied coldly, "Forget it. From now on, just look after yourself. Don't worry about whether I live or die."
Clive hung up decisively and hurled his phone against the wall. With a loud crash, the device shattered into pieces. He leaned his head back against the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling with hollow eyes.
However, Clive would soon realize that this was merely the beginning of his nightmare. His rivals in the industry felt that exposing his scandals wasn't enough; they had bought overnight smear campaigns to ensure he remained pinned to the top of the trending topics.
To make matters worse, the footage Luke had previously paid to bury—videos of Clive bullying Leilani—had been dug up by internet sleuths and his anti-fans.

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