Chapter 353 No One to Her Rescue

Emelle couldn’t help but find the situation laughable. She turned to Ashley and asked, “How serious is the sentence for inciting others to commit gang rape, even if It was just an attempt?”

Ashley replied, “It the evidence is solid, it’s three to ten years.”

Emelie’s face grew even paler. She finally understood why Elena had said she wanted her in prison.

A cold wind had blown through the night, and even in the windowless meeting room, Emelie telt the chill seeping into her bones.

Ashley was usually straightforward in handling cases.

When she noticed Emelle’s distress, she softened her tone, saying. “That’s assuming the evidence is solid. Though your fingerprints are on the money, our law places more weight on evidence than on confessions. A single piece of evidence is not enough to convict. Don’t worry too much y

A glimmer of hope sparked in Emelie’s eyes. “They must know this too. They’ll try to provide more evidence to nail me.”

Ashley nodded. “Exactly. The more fake evidence they create, the more chances we have to find loopholes.”

The more loopholes there were, the more advantageous it would be to defend Emelie or to counter–sue them.

Tyet,”

so I couldn’t get you bailed out. But I’ll keep trying. Leave it to me,” Ashley reassured her. Emelie sighed. “Don’t let my

“okay

was a large communal cell, and her spot was in the comer. She sat against the wall,

trusted Ashley’s skills and the police’s ability, Elena would likely produce more “evidence,” and they would find flaws. She

living in fear was another. She couldn’t calm down.

was so cold there.

she considered it might be Elena’s doing?

She had thought Elena would just play petty tricks to annoy her. Little did she expect that Elena was capable of such

that she had been worried about

the ceiling. Hereyes were red

dinner consisted of bread and bean stew. The bread wasn’t like the kind outside;

for lunch. By evening, her stomach was hurting, but she reluctantly took a portion of the meal.

a strange and indescribable taste. It was almost sour. She couldn’t stomach it and spot

nor did she want to. However,

on it. The taste overwhelmed her, and she vomited again.

crowded cell, her retching

You think this place

possess the strength to. Her stomach twisted painfully. Her face grew pale, and her lips were

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