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Chapter 626: "Don't forget her shameless behavior with the guards," a third woman interjected with disgust. "Batting her eyelashes and playing innocent just to squeeze extra privileges from them. The woman has no moral compass whatsoever!" "Absolutely! She's complete garbage," the fourth chimed in, her voice rising with indignation. "I actually tried to help her once, showing her genuine kindness. How did she repay me? Stole my toothpaste, snatched food right off my plate. She's a heartless parasite!" "Sir, how exactly do you pronounce this word? I never had much schooling.

Could you help me with my lines?" Listening to their venomous testimonies, Richard felt a cold satisfaction settle in his chest. Maia's corruption ran bone-deep. It had to be written into her very DNA. Thank God she wasn't his biological daughter; the shame would have been unbearable. Settled back in the warden's office, Richard surveyed Shiloh with newfound respect. The man had only assumed his position a year ago, yet he'd already earned such complete obedience from the inmates. Richard had to admit that Shiloh possessed genuine talent for managing difficult people.

If only Shiloh had been the warden when Maia was first imprisoned, then his words would have been more convincing. The previous warden's sudden death from a stroke had been unfortunate timing, yet perhaps fortune in disguise. With him buried, no inconvenient truths about Maia's actual prison experience could surface to complicate matters. Before departing, Richard fixed Shiloh with a meaningful stare. "This arrangement stays between us, Mr. Hayes. Complete discretion is essential." Shiloh's practiced smile never wavered. "You have my absolute word.

I value discretion above all else, and the Ward family's generosity hasn't gone unnoticed. Consider me your most reliable partner in this endeavor." After he saw Richard off, Shiloh's smile gradually faded. A cold sharpness flickered in his eyes, transforming his expression into something entirely different from moments before. He stood with deliberate slowness, accepting a polished wooden box from his waiting deputy. gαℓησνs․com is where imagination thrives Making his way through the long corridors of cells, he eventually reached a garden hidden at the prison's far end.

The sight seemed impossible within these walls, a flourishing garden surrounding a Gothic three-story villa at its heart. This hidden sanctuary existed in stark contrast to the iron bars and cramped quarters of the main facility, like discovering paradise within hell itself. Without the surrounding prison walls as context, any visitor might mistake this tranquil refuge for a wealthy landowner's private estate. At the garden's ornate entrance, Shiloh drew a steadying breath and pressed the call button beside the intricate, flower-adorned metal gate. A melodic chime followed.

Soon, a woman in prison uniform emerged from the distance. Despite her institutional clothing, she moved with quiet grace, her bearing radiating a dignity that no standard-issue garb could diminish. . . .