Chapter 4

There was a hint of surprise in Sean's eyes… Was she trying so hard to maintain her dignity even at a time like this?

Then again, she was Jane Dunn, after all. This woman had always been pompous and prideful, such that even his rejection of her confession barely left a dent on her.

Sean abruptly grabbed her delicate chin.

"Mgh… Ow!" The hand on her chin was like a pair of metal pliers, the force on her chin threatening to shatter it. It hurt so badly that tears welled in Jane's eyes.

However, he did not hold back at all, only applying more force into his grip on her chin. "Who would have thought that such a pretty face was hiding such an evil heart?"

"I really didn't do anything to Rosaline!" Jane bit her lip, her face pale from the pain. "You can't send me to jail without evidence like this."

"You're wrong. I can." Sean laughed coldly as he enunciated every word with cruel relish. "So, Miss Dunn, please enjoy your happy life in prison from now on." Sean let go of her chin and turned around, waving as he left— easy and carefree.

He was taking his revenge on her. All the blood had drained from Jane's face, and she could not say a word.

The women's prison was not as peaceful as it seemed on the surface. On her first night there, she was dragged out of her sleep.

"What… What are you guys doing?" Jane looked at her jail mates standing around her menacingly. "Don't try anything funny, or else I'll call the warden."

The female convicts around her did not seem intimidated by her threat at all. Instead, they exchanged a glance and burst out laughing. The leader among them pointed a finger at Jane's face and said, "What did you say? You're gonna call the warden? Hahaha… Did I hear that right? You wanna call the warden?" As she said that, she swung a fist at Jane's face, quickly and mercilessly. "Go on! Call the warden, like you said you would!"

The slap made Jane sway on her feet, her ears ringing.

She put one hand on the wall and had just only regained her balance when she suddenly launched an attack instead, catching everyone off-guard.

Smack!

An eerie silence followed that single slap. No one expected this delicate slip of a girl to have the nerve to fight back.

The stocky woman went nuts over Jane's little slap. Her eyes were bloodshot as she howled, "Oh, you little b*tch! Get ‘em, girls! It doesn’t matter if you break a limb or two. After all, Mr. Stewart said we don’t have to hold back. Let’s give this stupid b*tch a good warm welcome. All we gotta do is not kill her!”

Jane was shocked. A sharp and intense pain spread from her heart to the rest of her body! … Sean! Sean Stewart!! Mr. Stewart told them… Sean Stewart!!!

All of Jane’s limbs were shaking, while her heart had frozen into ice!

No wonder no guards came despite all the commotion here. No wonder these big beefy female convicts surrounding her were so bold about beating her up!

She raised her head to look up at the convicts, then she stood and ran toward the jail entrance. Gripping the metal bars tightly, she screamed for help, “Somebody! Somebody, please! They’re attacking me! Save me! Somebody!” She knew that no guards would come to her aid, but this meaningless plea for help was all she could do!

She was making a wager, betting that Sean had not really told these women to ‘take good care of her’. Although the chances were slim to nothing… she still held on to that fantasy—the dream that Sean had not given up on her completely, that he was still willing to leave her some hope.

“Ah…!” Someone yanked her hair painfully, and she stumbled from the force, falling face-first to the ground. Jane had never been so humiliated before!

The next second, Jane was pulled up by her hair, taking a volley of punches and kicks. She crumbled to the ground, groaning, “Ugh~”

Jane did not get the “hope” from Sean she was waiting for.