The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 583

"You..." the woman chided playfully. "You're so bad."

But she liked it.

Clive chuckled lowly, saying no more.

The two of them resumed what they had started, and the room once again descended into a haze of sultry intimacy.

...

Late into the night, the passion finally subsided.

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, Clive lit a cigarette and glanced at his phone with a detached expression. He had absolutely no intention of calling Tamara to explain anything.

Now that he had secured a wealthy patron, his exorbitant breach-of-contract penalty was no longer an issue. Naturally, he no longer needed to rely on his sister. As a result, his resentment toward her had faded as well.

But once trust is broken, it can’t be fully repaired. The ordeal had shown Clive that Tamara wasn't someone he could count on, so their once-close bond was essentially dead.

With Clive refusing to come home or answer calls, Tamara's thoughts drifted elsewhere.

During dinner, noting that Zeus had also been absent for quite a while, Tamara casually asked about him.

Josiah sighed, mentioning that Zeus had turned into a total workaholic. He barely came home anymore and seemed to live at the hospital, and even Josiah was having trouble reaching him.

Hearing this, Tamara dropped the subject.

...

On the eve of the Sloan Group's shareholder meeting.

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