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    Upon her arrival, the officer informed ine that, as the primary suspect in a significant transnational case, she was prohibited from meeting or contacting her family, or hiring awyer until the trialmenced.


    A storm of fury raged within ine, but she was unable to express it.


    Once inside the towering walls of the detention center, the officer promptly guided ine through the necessary formalities.


    The process was intricate and demanding. Her photographs were taken, and her identity was confirmed. Following that, she had to remove all her clothing and personal items, surrendering them to the staff before donning the prison uniform and receiving the basic necessities provided.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    After changing into her prison attire, the officers who had escorted her left. From that moment on, her life would be entirely governed by the detention center.


    A female guard then led her into the prison area, exining the rules as they walked. “This cell amodates twenty people. Wake-up urs at 6 am, and lights out is at 10 pm every night. You will receive three meals daily, which you must eat in your own cell,” she stated.


    She cast a nce at ine and continued in a t tone, “However, the portions are limited, so you may find yourself still hungry after meals. If you require additional food or personal items, you can ask your family to deposit money in your name, allowing you to purchase items from the canteen.”


    “Oh, that’s wonderful!” ine eximed. “When and how can I get in touch with my family?!”


    The guard suddenly recalled what the police had briefed her on regarding ine’s situation and replied curtly, “Oh, I almost forgot—since you are a suspect in a major criminal case, you are not permitted to contact anyone on the outside. So, if you’re still hungry, consider it part of your diet!”


    ine lowered her head, feeling miserable and desperate.


    Then, a thought struck her: Lady Wilson and Wendy were also detained here! Would she encounter them? She nervously bit her lip.<fna0b6> Readplete version only at Find_Novel(.</fna0b6>


    But soon, her anxiety faded.


    What if she did run into them? Lady Wilson was just an old woman in poor health; she could easily push her aside if provoked!


    As for Wendy, although she was young, the girl was delicate and fragile. ine believed that if she exerted any force, Wendy wouldn’t even be able to lift her arms. If the young woman dared to confront her, ine would just p her away.


    At that moment, the guard pointed toward a cell not far ahead and announced, “ine Wilson, this is Cell 025, where you will reside from now on!”


    ine nodded quickly.


    Meanwhile, Lady Wilson had begun to feel somewhat calmer after receivingfort and support from the other inmates.


    She was surprised by the sympathy shown by her fellow detainees, feeling a sense of relief andfort as they gathered to console her.


    Wendy, too, felt better than she had upon her initial entry into the cell.


    She had always imagined that detention centers would be as brutal and harsh as depicted in movies, filled with bullies who would terrorize neers. She was pleasantly surprised by the warmth she experienced inside.


    Just then, someone at the door shouted, “Another neer is here!”


    Outside the iron gate, the female guard opened the cell where Lady Wilson was and shoved ine inside,manding, “Get in there and repent!”


    The iron gate mmed shut behind her as ine entered.


    Anxiously, she scanned the room and noticed that the other inmates had gathered around a lower bunk. ‘What are they huddled around? Are they telling stories?’ she wondered.


    At that moment, Lady Wilson, surrounded by the crowd, spotted ine and gasped in shock, eximing at the top of her lungs, “ine Wilson! You’ve finally fallen into my trap, you wretched shrew!”


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