The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 427

Her expression turned icy as she grabbed a tissue and aggressively wiped the tears from her eyes, her lips curling into a sneer.

Sitting at her vanity, Tamara smoothed her slightly messy hair in the mirror. Her reflection showed red-rimmed eyes that looked heartbreakingly fragile—anyone seeing her would feel an instinctual urge to protect her. This was exactly the effect she wanted.

“The old hag is so easy to trick,” she thought. Yet, bitterness rose in her chest. Once, she only had to offer the slightest favor, and countless people would be grateful to her. Now, she had to grovel and act pathetic just to manipulate a servant.

It was all because of those two wretches, Leilani and Yvonne!

At the thought of them, Tamara gently placed a hand on her flat stomach, her gaze becoming dark and determined.

This child was her trump card. It was her greatest chance to turn the tables. She would not allow a single mistake. So what if she had to humble herself now? Sooner or later, she would be on top again. And when that time came... Yvonne would be the one at her mercy.

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Night fell, marking dinner time for the Sherwood family.

At the dining table, Gloria elegantly cut her steak. Her gaze unintentionally drifted to Tamara's empty seat, and she frowned.

Although Gloria had been avoiding meals with Tamara lately, as the mistress of the house, she kept tabs on her schedule. Usually, by this time, Tamara would have finished eating and retreated to her room to hide.

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