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
It was Raeleigh's first time sitting on that bed. After all, it was all new, and she didn't know where the old one had gone. Raeleigh sat on one side whereas Jepherson sat on the other. Raeleigh didn't take off her clothes. Jepherson, who was the complete opposite, was snuggled warmly in the quilt with half of his body exposed. Raeleigh turned her back to Jepherson, not daring to look at him. "Go to sleep," Jepherson called out to her from behind. Raeleigh mumbled a reply and turned the lights off. Seeing as Raeleigh did not take her clothes off, Jepherson lifted the quilt and laid aside, turning around to hold her in his arms. It was uncomfortable to hold her since her clothes were of a prison guard's, and it felt stiff and stuffy. "Is this garment rented or borrowed?" Jepherson asked Raeleigh softly. Raeleigh answered, "Neither." "If not, why don't you take it off when you sleep? Don't you feel uncomfortable?" Raeleigh felt Jepherson's hands
Raeleigh did not want to talk about it, but Jepherson kept pressing her to give him an answer. She knew that only him could help her now. Jepherson turned around and looked aside, feeling restrained in his outfit. He tugged at the button on his collar forcefully and took off his black necktie. He pulled it over his head and wrung it on the floor. The silk necktie fell onto the ground and fluttered into the air, blown away by the wind. Raeleigh had never seen Jepherson losing his composure like this before. It was as if he was so angry he wanted to rip the earth into two. She didn't know what to do. Her heart was beating anxiously, and tears threatened to fall down her cheeks. However, she held them in. The two of them refused to give in. Just then, a black SUV emerged from a distance. Raeleigh saw the car and asked, "Are they finally here?" Jepherson turned around and took a look, both of his hands settling on his thin waist as he welcomed the