The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 539

Winifred's sweet nothings poured out one after another. Clive stared into her eyes and suddenly smiled. "You are so good to me, Winifred."

He turned his head and took a deep drag of his cigarette. The smoke blurred his expression, hiding the dark gloom in his eyes.

However... what Winifred said wasn't completely unreasonable. He was already keeping Winifred company. What difference would a few more women make?

At that thought, he stubbed out his cigarette, turned to look at Winifred, and curled his lips into an ingratiating smile.

"The only reason I have what I do today is because of your affection, Winifred. I certainly have no objections to your idea. I trust you."

Winifred smiled with satisfaction and patted his cheek. "Good boy."

Since Clive was so obedient and cooperative, it saved her a lot of trouble.

Winifred got up, took a check from a drawer in the vanity table, and placed it on the nightstand. "Here is your reward."

Clive glanced at it. A cool million.

A flash of mockery crossed his eyes, but he quickly masked it with a sycophantic grin. "Thank you, Winifred."

Looking at his submissive demeanor, Winifred found herself in an excellent mood. "There's a private party tonight. You're coming with me."

Clive nodded. "Okay."

Before setting off for the party, Winifred personally selected a dark blue suit for Clive to wear. She stood in front of him, adjusting his tie, and said in a soft voice, "Mrs. Judson prefers mature, grounded men. This is the perfect look for you tonight."

Clive looked down at her with a faint smirk. "You put so much effort into taking care of me. I don't even know how to repay you."

Winifred laughed lightly, sliding a finger over his chest. "Performing well tonight will be the best repayment you could offer me."

Clive nodded, his gaze dark. "I definitely won't let you down, Winifred."

Mrs. Judson's cheeks flushed from his teasing, and she let out a coquettish laugh. "Privately, of course."

The surrounding crowd instantly erupted in knowing laughter. It went without saying what that meant.

Clive raised his glass, clinked it against the others, and downed the contents in one gulp. The alcohol slid down his throat, burning his stomach, yet he felt no pain.

As soon as the glass was empty, Clive was eagerly dragged upstairs to a guest room by a deeply impatient Mrs. Judson. Winifred and the other wealthy socialites shared knowing looks and made no move to stop them.

Clive simply played along and followed Mrs. Judson inside. The second the door clicked shut, the woman threw herself at him with desperate eagerness.

"Mr. Sloan, I've been dreaming about you for so long..."

Clive caught her with a smile, but his eyes were completely icy. "Take it easy, Mrs. Judson. There's no rush."

He skillfully loosened his tie, leaned down, and kissed her neck, the sound of the woman's satisfied moans filling his ears.