That evening, Chloe found herself pacing between the bathroom and the rows of single beds. ording to ine’s orders, she was required to give each inmate a foot massage for at least thirty minutes.


    “Don’t think you can catch up on sleep tonight,” ine warned, “Even if daylightes, you won’t have a moment to rx.”


    Meanwhile, Chloe’s former minions were left to toss and turn on their damp beds.


    They couldn’t afford to stay in one position for long, as the cold, wet bedding made contact unbearable; any prolonged touch resulted in a chilling numbness that was both painful and biting.


    Thus, they could only roll around on the bed, much like sausages on a grill, continuously shifting to avoid the difort.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Surprisingly, ine, now in control, didn’t even manage to drift off to sleep.


    The next morning, though ine had been awake all night, she appeared more energized than anyone else in the cell.


    As she rose from her bed, Chloe was still diligently working on massaging the inmates’ feet.


    In that moment, Chloe began to understand the exhaustion ine felt when her arms were pushed to the breaking point.


    That night, Chloe learned firsthand what it felt like to be ruthlessly bullied.


    She was on the verge of copsing from fatigue, fighting against the urge to stop her hands from moving.


    However, knowing ine was someone who would seek revenge, she instinctively avoided any thoughts ofziness.


    ine stretched and made her way to Chloe’s side, observing her silently for a moment.


    Chloe felt a mix of fear and surprise as ine approached. Casting a quick nce at her, she lowered her head and resumed her work on the inmates’ feet, anxiety creeping in.


    Chloe’s arms were now sore and swollen; each time she exerted force, sharp pain shot through her, causing her movements to slow down significantly.


    Suddenly, ine raised her foot and kicked Chloe to the ground, her voice cold as she scolded, “Damn it, move faster! Why are you cking off?”


    “I… I really can’t use any strength left in my arms and hands…” Chloe cried out.


    ine sneered, “You deserve this! What makes you think you can force your grandmother to endure foot massages? Have you considered that she’s in her fifties? Where do you think her strengthes from?”


    As ine’s anger grew, she pointed at Chloe and reprimanded, “You need to be harsher and more ruthless than a b*tch like you; otherwise, you won’t learn a damn thing in your life!”


    Chloe felt a wave of regret wash over her, but it was toote for remorse.


    For the rest of the day, Chloe spent nearly all her time massaging the inmates’ feet, aside from brief breaks to eat and catch her breath.


    Meanwhile, ine enjoyed a refreshing day.


    Except for the three female warriors from Wanlong Hall, almost everyone else flocked around ine, showering her with attention.


    For the first time, ine felt a sense of appreciation for the prison environment. The respect and elevated status she experienced filled her with satisfaction.


    Throughout the day, she didn’t even bother to call Charlie or ire.


    Initially, she had nned to make at least three calls daily, urging her son-inw, Charlie, to rescue her promptly.


    However, today she felt no urgency to reach out too soon.


    It was far more invigorating to relish the feeling of being in control rather than rushing to escape.


    …


    The following morning, Fei Kexin drove Charlie to New York Airport.


    Knowing Charlie was headed to Mexico made her anxious.


    She had wanted to apany him, but Charlie declined her offer.


    For Charlie, having no one around was often more advantageous than having someone there to assist him.<fne71c> Chapters first released on find{n}ovel</fne71c>