The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 1699

The jailer who just left did not turn back in spite of Scarface's screams, as it was way too common around here.

He paused for a moment before chuckling and left without looking back.

Meanwhile, Scarface was clutching his almost broken thumb and cowering in a corner, wheezing.

"Yo!" Someone chuckled. "It seems the newbie can throw down, almost snapping Scarface Tucker's thumb in an instant. Interesting!"

Hearing the gleeful laughter around him, Frank looked around and asked, "Can anyone tell me where I am?"

"Eh…?"

"Pfft…"

"No way. The kid doesn't know where this place is?"

"Makes sense. Just look at his blank stare—doesn't look too smart, does he? Someone must have tricked him."

Clang…

"Ahem…"

As Frank's fellow inmates chuckled and commented, silence quickly ensued with the clanging of metals.

A geezer could then be heard coughing, as every eye turned toward him in the darkness.

Even the cells nearby were silent, a far cry from the liveliness when Frank had just entered the cell.

Realizing that the coughing and metallic clanging was from deeper within his cell, Frank turned to see a frail, elderly white-haired man sitting in a corner, chained in oversized fetters.

The fettered geezer laughed eerily but coughed violently before he could talk. "Well, then it seems you've upset someone important in the government, or you wouldn't have been thrown in here just because you butchered a couple of mooks."

Frank frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Hehehe…" The geezer chuckled. "See, kid—those who end up here in Blackwater are all real scumbags, the worst of humanity who are beyond saving—murderers who massacred dozens.

"You, on the other hand, have been framed, or you wouldn't be here otherwise… Well, you're not getting out now that you're here."

Frank's brow creased further at the geezer's summary.

He was not worried about himself, however, but was merely surprised that Droitner Inc. had government connections powerful enough to have him thrown in here.

He certainly would not worry about making it out—the bars of the prison cells had been persistently eroded by dampness, and he could just kick it down.