The other side had been on guard against her and sidestepped the cup she threw. Then, the two of them rushed toward her together.

Three women, pulling hair, scratching faces, tearing clothes... tangling into a brawl.

The commotion quickly attracted the staff, and several officers rushed in. By the time they pulled the three apart, all three women looked utterly disheveled.

Irene Spencer’s hair had become a bird’s nest, and her women’s clothing had long been pulled out of shape. A big tear had been made at her waist, and her face had red marks and white streaks, one spot with an evident scratch.

The other two weren’t any better, but since it was two against one, they ultimately had the upper hand.

"Do you think this is a marketplace?" The female officer sternly scanned the faces of the three. "Fighting in a cell, do you not want to get out of here?"

"Officer, she started it!" One of the prostitutes stepped forward, pointing at Irene Spencer.

"Yes, she started it first!"

Irene Spencer was carefully touching her face, checking for injuries. Hearing the two accusing her first, she immediately raised her face.

"Nonsense!"

"Shut up!" The officer immediately reprimanded her. "Do you know where you are, yelling and shouting like that? Do you think being a superstar makes you special? This is a prison, not a stage. I don’t care who you are, everyone here is treated the same!"

Once so high and mighty, Irene Spencer could only act humbly now, squeezing out a few tears on the spot.

"Officer, it really wasn’t me. They both ganged up to bully me!"

Irene Spencer relied entirely on her acting skills, and though she was in genuine pain and unfairly bullied, making her feel aggrieved, she played her part even more convincingly.

Even though the officer was stern, when choosing between a prostitute and a superstar, she naturally leaned toward Irene Spencer.

So, after scolding the two women, she turned and comforted Irene Spencer, considering the matter settled.

"Officer!" Sensing some sympathy from her, Irene Spencer immediately put on more of a pitiful act, "Could... could you help me change to another cell?"

"Do you think this is a hotel?" The officer rolled her eyes. "Get some sleep quickly and stop causing trouble for me."

Once the officer and staff left, the two women started mocking again from the side.

"Wow, such acting skills!"

"No wonder she’s an actress, those tears came fast!"

Irene Spencer knew she would suffer going against them, so she endured silently, climbed into bed, curled up against the wall, clenching her teeth.

As the two women gradually fell asleep, she found herself wide awake.

The blanket was damp and dirty, the room filled with a strange odor...

Who knows who was crying, their high-pitched and low-pitched wails like a ghost’s wail. The bright incandescent light buzzed, and a mosquito landed on her face. As she reached to slap it, she hit a wound, the pain causing her face to twitch...

"Damn it, all of you deserve to die... Nathan Leafcastle, Vera Wave, and Kris Cooper... unless you kill me in this prison, I won’t let you have peace!"

...

...

The next morning, after a meeting at the company, Kris Cooper drove himself to the police station to find Michael Freenan.

Michael Freenan had just finished a meeting and immediately led him into his office, personally pouring a cup of tea and bringing it over.

"How is the progress going?" Kris Cooper got straight to the point.

"Not very smoothly." Michael Freenan sat down across from him, sipping his tea. "I’ve been to the prison to see Anabel Wilton, and I’ve carefully looked through the materials you gave me before. These... can’t be used as evidence. If we want to prove she’s the real culprit, we need more direct evidence."