The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 904

His former agent?

Half a year ago, when he was forced out of the industry, they had burned that bridge completely. The guy had left him with a cold "You're on your own" before cutting all ties.

Those so-called "friends" who used to call him brother? They scattered the second he fell from grace, treating him like a plague to avoid getting dragged down.

An unprecedented, bone-chilling sense of isolation crashed over him like freezing ocean waves, drowning him entirely.

His legs gave out. He slid down the cold, hard door, collapsing into a heap on the floor.

He didn't even have the energy to stand. Back pressed against the wood, he stared blankly at his screen, compulsively refreshing the page like a masochist, watching the malicious speculations and curses multiply by the second.

Even rival celebrities he had beef with in the past were passive-aggressively retweeting the news, using thinly veiled language to hint that he brought it on himself and got exactly what he deserved.

Just as he felt he was about to suffocate under the crushing weight of the internet's hatred, his phone screen lit up again. The sharp, default ringtone pierced the silence. A familiar name—the one he least wanted to see right now—flashed on the screen.

It was his older brother, Josiah.

Clive's pupils constricted. He stared at the vibrating name as if it burned, the blood rushing to his fingertips only to turn to ice a second later.

Do I answer it? Or ignore it?

How did Josiah find out so fast?

Is he calling to interrogate me? Or...

Would he believe me? Or would he look at me with the same disgust and suspicion as all those strangers on the internet?

The ringtone persisted, echoing loudly in the empty, silent apartment. Every single chime felt like a heavy drumbeat against his already overstretched nerves.

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