The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 763

He opened his mouth, but his throat felt clamped shut. He couldn't make a sound.

Through the receiver, he could faintly hear the muffled, mingling laughter of several men and women—a dark, knowing, malicious amusement.

In that sickening instant, everything clicked into place.

It wasn't an accident. It wasn't bad luck. It had been a setup from the very beginning.

Winifred and her twisted circle of wealthy friends—they had done this on purpose!

What was he to them? A thrill? A disposable toy they could drag into the mud just to watch him drown for their entertainment?

The sheer shock and the agonizing humiliation of being played burned through his veins like acid. Trembling uncontrollably, his teeth chattering, Clive finally found his voice and screamed into the phone. "You... you all knew, didn't you?! You planned this! You gave it to me on purpose!"

No wonder she hadn't batted an eye when he said he felt sick. She had just kept pushing him to attend more of her sick parties. She wanted to use him up before he realized he was infected!

Winifred chuckled again, the sound dripping with a condescending, sadistic cruelty. "Oh, don't make it sound so ugly, darling. We were just having fun. Mutual benefit, right?"

"You really never learn, do you? Burn together..." She spoke slowly, every word a lethal strike. "You want to go to the press? Go ahead. But what exactly is your headline? That the famous, handsome Mr. Sloan, desperate for connections, willingly threw himself into a ring of bored, wealthy older women and accidentally caught a disease?"

Her voice dropped, cold and venomous. "Do you even know who we are? We built our empires. We hold real money and real power. And you? Aside from the title of a bankrupt family's spoiled son, what do you have?"

"Oh, you probably don't even know what's happening to your precious family right now, do you? The Sloan Group is practically bankrupt. The banks are at your door, workers are blockading the entrance demanding their pay, and your father and brother are losing their minds. And right in the middle of all that, you want to drop a massive sex scandal and announce you're infected?"

"Tell me, who do you think the public will pity? Us, the 'victims' of your reckless behavior? Or will they just look at your rotting family and say you got exactly what you deserved?"