The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 621

She'd only come here out of curiosity, after all. But now she was realizing that curiosity really did kill the cat.

Clive's teeth ground together in frustration. He slammed his hand on the table, his knuckles turning white. "Who cares about your damn deposit! Aren't you supposed to be some miracle worker who can cure anything?" He had seen her cure countless so-called impossible cases, and now she was telling him she couldn't handle a simple inflammation? Clive refused to believe her skills were that limited.

Leilani looked up at him, a faint smile playing on her lips beneath the mask. She explained patiently, "Mr. Sloan, I'm a doctor, not a god. My expertise is in rare and complex diseases. A condition like yours, related to one's… private life, is something I have very little experience with. It's a rather unique case for me, so I suggest you seek help from someone more qualified."

Clive caught the subtle mockery in her tone, and his chest heaved with suppressed rage. Just as he was about to unleash his anger on her, a sharp ringtone cut through the tension. He irritably pulled out his phone and saw the name "Winifred" glowing on the screen. His expression immediately soured, his finger hovering over the answer button.

Leilani glanced at the phone and offered a pointedly sweet reminder. "Sir, your phone is ringing. Don't you need to take that outside?"

Clive shot her a glare before finally answering, his voice forced into a gentle tone. "Hello, Winifred…"

A woman's flirtatious voice cooed from the other end. "Clive, darling, where have you been? Why did you take so long to answer? All the girls are waiting for you. Hurry up and get over here."

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