The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 479

Winifred let out a soft hmph, her tone suddenly turning cold. “Mr. Judson, I don’t need you telling me how to handle my prey. You just focus on managing the money I invest. As long as my funds don’t go down the drain, that’s all that matters. Everything else is none of your business.”

Magnus froze for a second, then quickly pivoted to a placating laugh. “Yes, yes, yes, you’re absolutely right! Since Clive is your person now, how you arrange things is entirely up to you. I misspoke just now, please don’t be angry.”

Winifred didn’t bother with further small talk and hung up directly.

Staring at the disconnected phone, Magnus’s mouth twisted into a sneer of ridicule. He tossed the phone onto his desk and leaned back, his voice dripping with contempt. “Fat cow! Just because she has some filthy money, she thinks she’s somebody.”

His assistant stood to the side, not daring to make a sound.

Magnus scoffed and continued muttering to himself. “If she didn’t hold the Hartley family’s billions, with that temper of hers, she’d have been cursed into the ground long ago. Who does she think she is, putting on airs with me?”

He picked up his coffee, took a sip, and looked out with disdain. “But it works out. A pretentious hypocrite like Clive deserves to be tamed by someone like Winifred.”

“Mr. Judson,” the assistant asked cautiously, “what about... Clive’s side?”

Magnus sneered. “Let him pray for luck.”

He set the cup down hard. “Winifred acts generous on the surface, but her methods are ruthless. Clive thinks he can get ten million for singing a song? Hah. Naive.”

He stood up and walked to the window, his voice low and dark. “Just wait and see. When Winifred gets tired of playing, he’s going to suffer.”

The assistant nodded silently, afraid to speak.

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