Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 323

Upon hearing the news about James, Nichole immediately perked up, a gleam of hope flashing in her eyes. She leaned in closer and asked, "Are you talking about James Burke, the CEO of Burke Enterprises?"

"All I know is he's the CEO of Burke Enterprises."

"Don't talk to her. She's going to start claiming she's Mrs. Burke of Burke Enterprises again."

One of the women in the cell mocked Nichole, "That CEO of Burke Enterprises is rumored to have been arrested for attempted rape, and yet he was released from the police station in less than an hour. If she were really Mrs. Burke, how could she have been locked up here for days without getting out?"

Nichole bit her lip. She had been in this prison for several days now, and James had made no moves to have someone bail her out. No wonder people here didn't take her seriously.

In the corner, a female prisoner was crying bitterly. Nichole immediately noticed the ring clutched in her hand.

Having been by James' side in the past, Nichole was accustomed to luxury and recognized at first glance that the ring was not something an ordinary person could possess. She deliberately approached and asked, "Why are you crying?"

The female prisoner, hearing someone talk to her, immediately retreated in fear, but Nichole's gaze was fixed on the ring in her hand. "Personal belongings aren't allowed here. Is this your first day?"

The woman nodded fearfully, her pretty face marred by a look of malnutrition. "Why are you here?" Nichole inquired.

unable to say

scoffed, "What else could it

mortified red, wishing she

very important to

was left to me by

who possessed such a

the warden for her release. After all, judging

to the woman, "I'm getting out today. You can

woman's eyes lit up with hope. "Would

how easily the

Freeman, and he lives here in Devonport. It was my first day in Devonport and I was tricked into prostitution. If you find my father, tell him Maggie's daughter came looking

that your

passed away. She told me to

she maintained a facade of

dead of night, the hospital

dream, she was on an operating table, crying out in agony, while a nurse's anxious voice echoed, "Doctor! The patient is experiencing heavy bleeding, and