The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 830

"You're already at rock bottom, and you're still clinging to your pathetic, worthless pride?"

His rapid-fire, vicious insults acted like red-hot needles driving straight into Clive's eardrums, tearing whatever was left of his dignity to shreds.

All the humiliation, resentment, and fury he had suppressed over the past few weeks ignited like a powder keg, detonating in a catastrophic explosion.

The last thread of his sanity violently snapped.

"Shut the fuck up!"

With a feral scream, Clive lunged at Milo like an arrow unleashed from a bow.

Summoning every ounce of strength he had left, he aimed a brutal punch squarely at Milo's face!

Milo had been too busy basking in the thrill of degrading him to anticipate that this sickly, fragile-looking man would suddenly explode into violence.

Caught completely off guard, he took the heavy blow straight to the bridge of his nose. An agonizing, blinding pain shot straight to his brain, causing tears and mucus to pour down his face instantly.

He let out a pathetic howl, clutching his nose in agony.

The pain, mixed with the utter humiliation of being sucker-punched, instantly wiped the smug smirk off his face, replacing it with raw, unadulterated fury. He glared at Clive, murderous intent in his eyes.

"Fuck! You little bitch, I gave you an inch and you took a mile! You dare lay a hand on me?"

"Don't just stand there! Beat him! Beat him to a bloody pulp!"

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