Female Novel
Chapter 925
Mya said, "Fred, don't hit me. I won't do it again. If you hit me, it'll hurt me for a long time. I-I don't want
that."
Mya clutched the curtain in the corner as she shivered.
When Fred saw her lose her senses, a surge of inexplicable anger overwhelmed him. It made him feel
frustrated.
Mya did not dare to speak. She just pressed herself tightly against the corner and said, "I'll be obedient
from now on.
"I'm stupid, forgive me."
Mya did not dare to look at him. She did not even know why Fred was so angry. She did not want to be
locked up in a small dark room again. She was terrified.
A loud sound was heard as the door slammed closed. Mya was startled. When she looked over, Fred
was already gone.
She then timidly looked at the bed. Fred's fierce expression earlier had caused her mind to suddenly
flash back to images of her past abuse—a long whip lashed her body. The terrifying voice of threats
that not obeying meant going hungry and enduring a beating echoed in her mind.
When Riley saw Fred walk out of the room, he followed him. Fred got into the car and said, "Go back to
Ventropolis Prison."
"Okay."
An hour later, they arrived at the prison.
Fred had a strong presence and exuded a hostile vibe as he walked through the dim corridor of thenovelbin
prison.
Riley was walking behind him. It had been a long time since he had seen Fred so angry. The last time
Fred had been so angry was when he had been banished to oversee this prison a few years ago.
Fred forcefully kicked open the locked door without saying a word.
This loud noise reverberated in the empty corridor, causing the lights on the prison walls to sway and
flicker.
Inside the cell, Luke was covered in wounds. Just as he finally managed to fall asleep, the loud noise
startled him awake.
He watched Fred, who looked terrifying, take a police baton from a prison guard and walk toward him.
Luke kept fearfully moving back, "W-What do you want?!"
Fred looked down at Luke who was on the ground. His gaze was horrifying and eerily frightening. Half
of his face was concealed in the darkness making him appear as if he was a devil from hell coming to
claim lives.
He responded, "I want you dead!" These four words sealed Luke's fate.
The prison guards outside the cell knew there were not many who could stay conscious after provoking
Fred to personally intervene.
In the prison, the screams in agony grew more intense, with each more miserable than the last. The
echoes continued until the voice gradually weakened.
Fred finally finished venting his anger after over half an hour. His body was covered in blood.
Fred's gaze was chilling. It appeared that the prison guards were used to this kind of situation. One of
them handed a clean handkerchief to Fred. Fred then took it and wiped his hands, saying, "Clean up
the mess."
"Yes, sir."
Not long after Fred left the prison, he received a call from the hospital.
"It's bad. Mr. Turner, you need to come to the hospital immediately! Ms. Harper... She..."