The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 622

Every word she said felt like a deliberate jab. Clive's expression turned thunderous. He snatched his mask and put it on.

"This isn't over!"

Just a damn doctor, and she dared to speak to him like that? Once he was done with Winifred, he would be back to deal with her.

Clive slammed the door and stormed down the hallway. He drove his sports car like a madman, racing toward the party, but the dull ache in his lower body was a constant, nagging reminder. He stewed over the doctor's dismissive attitude, feeling a surge of indignant anger.

His phone lit up again. Whether out of genuine concern or for some other reason, Winifred's messages started pouring in.

[Winifred: Clive, don't keep us waiting too long~]

[Winifred: Remember to bring that fox tail costume piece. ]

[Winifred: I know this is hard work for you. That villa you had your eye on? I've already had the papers drawn up in your name.]

[Winifred: And that limited-edition sports car you mentioned? It'll be delivered to your garage tomorrow.]

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