The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 879

Every piece of tape felt like a death sentence, officially severing the items from the Sloan family name.

"Be careful! You're going to ruin my bags!" Zadie shrieked, watching a mover violently shove a designer trunk that held her most prized jewelry and handbags.

She lunged forward, desperate to protect her treasures, but a young bailiff instantly stepped into her path, holding up a firm hand.

"Ma'am, I need you to step back and calm down."

"Per the court order, all luxury assets registered under your name have been seized for liquidation. Legally, none of this belongs to you anymore. Please step back and let us do our jobs."

Standing off to the side, Zeus and Clive looked equally devastated.

"Josiah..."

"Is our home... really just gone?"

Clive stared blankly at the sprawling mansion he had grown up in. He knew every blade of grass on the property. His eyes were wide with shock and utter disbelief.

This house held twenty years of his life. He never in his wildest nightmares imagined the untouchable Sloan family would end in such a humiliating, absolute collapse.

Josiah swallowed hard. Before he could even offer a hollow reassurance about bouncing back, Hackett whipped around, finally finding a target for his explosive rage.

"This is all because of you useless pieces of trash!"

"Dead weight! Every single one of you!"

"I would have been better off raising a pack of strays! If even one of you was actually capable of pulling your own weight, we wouldn't be standing on the street! We wouldn't have lost everything!"

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