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control him.

"Mrs. Nichols Sr..." Hester pleaded.

She couldn't believe she was being abandoned again. Despite her best efforts to care for Melody, she was still being cast aside like a used rag.

Melody offered her a kind smile. "Don't worry about it. When Debra and Juan get divorced, I'll bring you back."

Hester's heart sank at the words. Given Juan's attitude, he would never agree to a divorce. And even if he did, she would not stand a chance of becoming Mrs. Nichols.

Melody turned to Sophie. "Have the driver take Miss Vargas home and thank Mrs. Vargas for sending her daughter to care for me."

"Will do," Sophie replied.

As the driver left with Hester, she couldn't help but comment, "Miss Vargas is so clueless. She kept crying and refusing to leave, dreaming of becoming Mrs. Nichols. If you ask me, Debra is..." Melody shot Sophie a cold look, silencing her instantly.

"How's the investigation going on?"

"Miss Miles hasn't been found yet. We don't know where Mr. Nichols has hidden her."

"Shelia is carrying the Nichols family's offspring. She cannot be left out there. We must bring her back, no matter what."

"Understood."

Shelia was detained in a grimy prison cell. Her inmates whispered amongst themselves, "Did you hear it? The CEO of Nichols Group got arrested."

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Juan.

at the mention he leaned over and

up

of the prosners dragged "Was wows his name? I just know it's the CRO of Nichols

rich lady again," another prisoner præered The CEO was reponety accused of attempted rape, but fan was released from the station within an hour if she were Mrs. Nichols, how could she be stuck here for days ahout being

lip, the reality of her situation sinking in She had been languishing in this prison for several days, and Juan hadn't made any move to secure her release. It was no

the cell. A

no stranger to valuable interno Even from a distance she could

and asked, "Why

and instinctively backed away. Shelia's gaze fell on the ring in her hand

anxiously. She was

are you here?"

"the prisoner faltered

nearby snorted and interjected, "What else could it be?

and anger, on

anger cowering further into

this ning mean

was left to me

Someone with a ring like that

molved in prostitution

time to dwell on the prisoner's story. Her mind was ormulating a plan to use the ring to her advantage. Judging by its quality. be worth several million at least. That would be more

the warden and secure her