Chapter 25

Jones family villa, second floor.

Leah Jones could not wait to get a hold of the photos the man was passing to her. Flipping through them one by one, you could not tell anything about Charles and Sophia’s relationship in the first few photos, but the ones at the back...

Her eyes were red as she held the photos up and questioned the man. “When did this happen? Why did you only tell me now?”

Charles had actually kissed Sophia in the hallway, and did... Did those things with Sophia!

“They were taken this morning.” The man glanced carefully at the door of the room. He seemed to be in a hurry to leave. “If there’s nothing else, I need to go now.”

“They were taken in the morning, so why did you wait until now to tell me?” Leah’s eyes were filled with pain and anger. If she had gotten the message earlier, she might have been able to stop them.

“Should I have told you earlier so you could go to Dream Club and cause trouble?” The man rubbed his aching brows. “Ms. Jones, if Mr. Jones finds out that I’m sneakily taking photos for you, I’ll be fired. Please don’t get me to do things like this in the future.”

He rushed off once he finished his sentence. Leah could not stop him no matter how she tried.

She bit her lip as she stared at the photo of Charles kissing Sophia, her eyes becoming coated with a layer of tears.

Charles had not even touched her hand the past two years, but the moment Sophia was out, he... She was unhappy, really unhappy.

*

It was nine o’clock when Sophia finally dragged her tired body back to the dormitory.

However, as soon as she opened the door to her dormitory, a shirt flew over and landed right on top of her head.

The smell of smoke, alcohol, women’s perfume, and the smell of rotting vomit mingled together into a disgusting mixture.

It was her shirt that had been torn this morning.

“Torn clothes, huh? Did you enjoy getting f*cked?” Tiffany blocked the doorway, rendering Sophia defenseless. She stripped off Sophia’s clothes.

“Shame on you!”

The upper half of Sophia’s body was exposed, showing off the hickeys on her which were all dark red. They looked charmingly ambiguous and unbearable at the same time.

The staff dormitories were close to each other, and the sounds were loud, thus attracting a crowd of people. Both men and women came to watch.

The men whistled, taking advantage of the situation, while the women scolded Sophia for being shameless. How could she live such a disorderly life as a murderer fresh out of prison?

“Excuse me.” Sophia pulled her shirt back up, her expression calm. Her shaking body, however, betrayed her emotions.

“Now you’re embarrassed? Why didn’t you show any shame when you were seducing men and getting f*cked by them?” Tiffany spread her arms out to block Sophia’s path. She screamed toward the crowd, “Do you think I dare to live with her, a murderer, and a shameless slut?“

That b*tch Sophia had hit her with her mop and embarrassed her. There was no way she would let her continue staying at Dream Club!

The crowd began mocking and jeering.

“Who will dare to!”

“That’s right, who will dare to? Who knows when they might get killed in their sleep.”

“Murderers deserve to spend the rest of their life in prison. Isn’t releasing them a danger to society?”

Sophia clutched at her torn uniform, staring directly at the arrogant woman standing in front of her.

“What are you looking at!” Tiffany tilted her chin slightly and used her finger to poke Sophia’s shoulders. “Say it in front of everyone. Say it, who did you seduce this time? Mr. Long? Gale? Or someone else?”

Mr. Long and Gale both had girlfriends who were both working at Dream Club. They might even be part of the crowd right now.

Tiffany Lawrence was obviously trying to stir trouble.

“I didn’t seduce anyone. Don’t be ridiculous.” Sophia tensed her spine, trying to ignore the unpleasant comments from the crowd. “Please excuse me, I want to go in.”

She was tired, both emotionally and physically, and did not want to play farce with Tiffany anymore.

“You’re treating us as f*cking idiots!” Tiffany screamed at the top of her voice as she lunged to pull at Sophia’s clothes. “Come on, let’s show everyone how slutty you are, you b*tch!”

Sophia guarded her clothes, her anger nearly rushing out from her chest. “Tiffany Lawrence, don’t go too far!”

Tiffany held on to her dress and refused to let go. “I’ll go overboard, what can you... Ouch!”

“Tiffany Lawrence, you’re really annoying!” Sophia threw her torn uniform at Tiffany and kicked her to the ground. Casually grabbing the chair behind the door, she swung it around and smashed it down toward her head.

Blood seeped through the uniform on Tiffany’s head, blossoming into a lotus the size of a woman’s palm. It was truly a beautiful sight to behold.

The noisy crowd seemed to have been hit with a pause button and was now mute.

Only Tiffany was still cursing, using all sorts of vulgar sentences that were unthinkable.

Sophia swung her chair around as if she had not heard anything and continued the hitting. She kept her calm demeanor, but it seemed to be unnervingly cold. The number of onlookers grew, yet no one came to stop her.

The pool of blood on the ground grew, and the thick smell of blood was sickening.

Tiffany stopped cursing and begged Sophia for mercy in a feeble, trembling voice. It was intersected with a few painfully sharp cries that were numbing to hear.

“If you know that I’m a murderer, then you better behave yourself and leave me alone.” Sophia’s leg hurt like hell, and her stomach felt as if it was on fire, but she had been in prison for two years. This pain was nothing to her.

Throwing away the chair, she crouched down and took off the blood-covered uniform that had been on Tiffany’s head.

Tiffany was curled up on the ground, her blood-covered face extraordinarily hideous. Her eyes were filled with fear as well as the viciousness that she thought she had hidden deeply.

“Am I making myself clear?” Sophia cast her eyes downward to look at her, knowing that she was not convinced. However, she did not say anything about it.

The prison world and Charles Harris taught her that the weak were the prey of the strong and that no one would pity the weak.

Tiffany shuddered as she nodded, her tears washing away the blood on her face.

“Why is it so crowded? Is there some activity that I don’t know about?” The languid, glamorous voice of a woman came through the crowd.

Sophia’s body stiffened, her mind going blank.

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She stood up, her body unable to stop shaking.

If Marie told Charles about this... She licked her dry lips, not daring to think further.

The crowd diverted automatically to make way for Marie.

She walked to the doorway and laughed in exasperation at the bloodstained person on the floor. “Who’s the person who is so good at beating people up in the dormitories?”

Sophia’s eyelashes quivered as she took a step forward, her voice a little hoarse from not having any water for so long. “It’s me.”

She was used to not having any explanation.

“Ms... Ms. Marie,” Tiffany sobbed as she got back up. “If you hadn’t come over, I would have... Would have been beaten to death by Sophia. These murderers, we can’t... Can’t have them stay at Dream Club. It’s too... Too dangerous...”

The others followed suit, clamoring for Marie to fire this murderer.