I Am the Sweetheart of Mr. CEO-Chapter 710 - 708: Pregnant?! (32)
After the police car arrived at the prison, the transfer procedures were quickly completed.
Vera Wave, clutching her newly issued prison uniform, followed a female officer toward her cell.
As soon as the two entered, the three female prisoners already inside immediately jumped down from their beds and stood straight beside them.
"Alright, you’ll sleep on this top bunk." The female officer pointed to the bunks on the right side of the cell. Her stern gaze swept over everyone. "No fighting, no bullying new people, understood?"
"Yes!" the three women answered in unison.
When the female officer left, Vera turned to tidy up her bed.
A young female prisoner approached her. "Hey, what are you in for?"
Vera adjusted her pillow.
"Murder."
Upon hearing that word, the young female prisoner immediately retreated two steps, a fearful look appearing in her eyes.
Just then, the female prisoner who had been standing before the opposite bed approached, sizing Vera up.
Feeling her gaze, Vera also rose and turned to face her.
Their eyes met, and both women were shocked.
"Vera?!"
"Anabel?!"
Anabel Wilton, standing across from her, was clad in a prison uniform and wore no makeup. She looked slightly different from Vera’s memory of her, but Vera recognized her instantly.
Anabel sneered, her lips curling. "I never thought I’d run into you here!"
Vera shrugged. "Yeah, neither did I."
"Sister Anabel, you two know each other?" the young female prisoner asked.
"Of course, I do. She’s the one who got me in here," Anabel said.
Vera stood straight, her eyes coldly fixed on Anabel. "If you hadn’t tried to harm me, how could you have ended up in here?"
Anabel laughed. "And what about you? Who did you kill? Honestly, I didn’t see that coming. You’ve really got guts!"
"Hmph!" Vera snorted. "Keep your distance, or I won’t mind adding one more to the list!"
"Who do you think you’re intimidating in here?" Anabel lay down on her bed. "If you’re so gutsy, why didn’t you kill Irene Spencer?"
Vera also sat down on her bed. "She didn’t provoke me. Why would I kill her?"
"Ha!" Anabel laughed, sitting up. "It seems that bitch Irene Spencer really is a born actor. Even now, you’re still in the dark. Do you really think I was the one trying to harm you?!"
"Otherwise, why would you be here?" Vera said coldly.
Her mood was foul, so naturally, she had no friendly expression for Anabel, the woman who had once tried to kill her.
"Let me tell you!" Anabel rushed toward her. "I didn’t do it!"
"Hmph!" Vera stood up, pushing Anabel away. "Then why did you admit it in court?"
"You..."
Anabel frowned and charged at Vera, but the other two prisoners quickly held her back.
"Sister Anabel, don’t act impulsively! You’ll get a demerit."
"Yeah, don’t you want to get your sentence reduced?!"
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After some persuasion from the two prisoners, Anabel regained her composure.
The cell door opened, and a prison guard urged Anabel and the young female prisoner to head out for work.
Vera continued to tidy up her things. Once finished, she looked around out of boredom and noticed obvious scratches on the head of Anabel’s bed. Curious, she walked over.
On the wall above the headboard, the name "Irene Spencer" was written in pencil. It was covered in many small scratches, likely made by fingernails, and the name already looked worn and faded.
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Good afternoon
[This story is purely fictitious, please do not conflate it with reality. Those looking for factual accuracy, please refer to textbooks and reference books. Thank you.]
