Raeleigh fixed her gaze on Austin and repeated, "I want to make a call." But Austin merely sneered. "That's not possible." "I don't want to cut my hair." Raeleigh tried her best to fight for her hair instead, and Austin laughed. "You have no choice; it will only cause trouble if you keep it. You have a beautiful face, so you won't look ugly even if you cut it short." "My parents will be sad if they see me like this." Raeleigh was unbothered by her hairstyle, but she was concerned about how her parents felt if they saw her short hair. "Cut it. Rules are rules. When in Rome, do as the Romans do." Raeleigh could not waver Austin's stand at all if he made up his mind. No matter what she said, he insisted. Her hair was not much longer than a man's either. Raeleigh's hair was black, her chin was sharp, her face fair. With her hair short, she stood on the spot, staring at Austin in a trance. Austin had also had a haircut that day, but his hair was much shorter th
Raeleigh didn't need to turn around to know it was the man who disliked her the most, Lechen. Raeleigh kept playing until it was time for lunch. They were given a break then. Most of the prisoners went to the bathroom before having their meals, while Raeleigh did the opposite. The bathroom was considered clean, but it was crowded. Raeleigh insisted Austin accompany her. As Austin had always been one to be indifferent and never cared a fig, he became the center of attention when a woman appeared by his side all of a sudden. After lunch, Raeleigh and Austin continued the games. It wasn't until the night came that Raeleigh left with Austin. Raeleigh already felt brain fried when she left the room, and she could barely hold her cutleries when it was time for dinner. But she cleaned her plate regardless. She wasn't going to yield to the environment. After dinner, Raeleigh followed Austin back. Entering the cell, Austin told her to take a
Just like when she was forced to confess her feelings to Jepherson, she wouldn't do it if she wasn't driven into a corner. Though Raeleigh held a weapon in hand, he did not take her seriously despite having his guard up; he still walked toward her. On her first hit, the man tried to grab the shovel, but Raeleigh's swing was faster than he had expected, staggering backward from the blow. Austin glanced at his lackeys, and one of them bellowed, "You have the guts to bully her." With that, they rushed forward. The crowd outside was controlled, but those in the middle charged forward like a swarm of bees, leaving Raeleigh bewildered. When the crowd dispersed, she saw the man lying dead on the ground with a thin gash on his neck. He died just like that, with his eyes wide open. Raeleigh gasped for breath and turned to look at Austin, who chuckled and gave her a thumbs-up. Raeleigh did not know how she should respond, but she could feel that her smile at that moment w
"Officer, where are you taking her? She's not feeling well these days." "It's none of your business; now scram." The man then pushed Raeleigh. Raeleigh fell to the ground on purpose and grabbed her feet, exclaiming, "I sprained my ankle." Raeleigh fell with a heavy thud. To make it seem genuine, she slammed herself against the floor and actually hurt herself, her face pale. The officer stared at her and said, "Get up. Stop pretending; you're going to meet your maker today." "We don't like that tone of yours, officer. Even if you don't respect her, you have to respect Austin." "Hmph, Austin? There's no Austin here, only Lechen." The man took Raeleigh's arm and wanted to drag her away. Seeing things were going south, the others charged at the officers. As the fight got brutal, the officers retreated with a series of curses. When they left, Austin's men helped Raeleigh up. "Let's bring you back to your room." She limped back to her cell. Once she
It was as if Raeleigh had been through a nightmare. She was extremely calm and unruffled after killing Lechen, telling herself repeatedly she had just killed a beast. After cleaning the scene up, Raeleigh dressed Lechen and washed the blood off him. All the correctional officers wore a hat; Lechen came over wearing one as well. Raeleigh capped the hat onto Lechen's head and opened the door to gaze outside. Several correctional officers were patrolling the hallway above; the prison cells below had all their doors shut. Sneaking out of the cell, Raeleigh pulled Lechen out, brought him to a chair, and sat him there before wiping the floor with a wet towel. The blood on the ground soon disappeared, and the floor began drying up. Raeleigh looked at those watching her from above; none of them said anything. Perhaps they were oppressed and had had enough of Lechen. Raeleigh finished cleaning and glanced at those looking at her from within the cell. Then she returned to her r
Raeleigh had been waiting. All she had said was one sentence. She was not sure when they would come and save her. She did not move for fear that accidents would happen to her. Zorion was also surprised that Raeleigh had chosen to call him. It was not long before Zorion's car arrived at Raeleigh's location. Raeleigh confirmed it was the car of the Whalen family before she got up and emerged from her hiding spot. The weather in spring was neither cold nor hot. Raeleigh had been waiting for more than an hour until Zorion finally showed up. She was so nervous and anxious that her sweat had drenched through her clothes while walking. Her sweat had already dried up after waiting for more than an hour. She immediately walked up to Zorion, who recognized her at once from his car. Although she was wearing a police uniform, Zorion was certain that the figure in front of him was Raeleigh. Meanwhile, Rossie was sitting in the car. At first, she was uncertain if it was actua
The gloomy sky outside had darkened the atmosphere and lighting inside the car. Raeleigh had her head lowered as she stared blankly at the entrance of Waverly Village. Jepherson had carried her into the car. All the while, her heart was filled with complex emotions. It was as though after such a long time, Jepherson's embrace had grown distant and strange. She no longer knew his touch. Raeleigh could not understand why there were so many trials and tribulations of love between them. "Why won't you speak?" Jepherson reached out to grasp Raeleigh's hand. Raeleigh didn't struggle, but she slowly withdrew it. Jepherson's attempt had failed. He looked at Raeleigh with a trace of sorrow in his eyes. Instead of reaching out once more, he curled his fingers into a tight fist. Raeleigh was somewhat nervous. The unprecedented tension lingered in her heart and could not be gotten rid of. Raeleigh spoke after a long time, "You know Lenold, don't you?" Jeph
Zorion walked to the front of the car. Standing outside the car door, he looked at Jepherson who was sitting in a daze. Then, Zorion asked, "Would you like to come down and take a walk?" Jepherson lifted his gaze to look at Zorion and muttered, "Where did you find Raeleigh?" "One kilometer away from Green House." Jepherson was deep in thought, "Does that mean Raeleigh was sent to prison?" Jepherson clenched his fists tightly as he spoke, his knuckles cracking with each word he spoke. Zorion glanced at Jepherson's arm building with veins and reminded Jepherson, "Things might not be as you think. We have yet made a thorough investigation." "Yanora's death was too quick. This matter isn't that simple. We've been looking for Raeleigh for a month, so the Moore family must know about it." "Since they've decided to go all out, don't blame me for being ruthless." Jepherson turned around and looked out the window before saying, "I want to meet the one i