My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

In Barnes‘ Prison There were a few people on the open–air training grounds. The prison guards each wielded an electric baton, and the sound of their leather boots stepping on the ground was particularly heavy. The prisoners were all dressed in orange jumpsuits. They would look at the dazzling sky, but the serious glares of the prison guards would soon force them to lower their heads.

Jeff‘s hair had been shaved to a buzz cut. A bulky man stood behind him, constantly rubbing his bald head with a smug smile. “This guy‘s head is like a pickled egg!”

Hearing this, the inmates around all burst into laughter. The bulky man gave a signal, and several inmates moved to block the sight of the prison guards, while others dragged Jeff into a cramped corner.

“Take off your pants!” A man with a tattoo of a scorpion on his face shoved Jeff to the corner and stepped on his bald head.

“You should know what‘s good for you.” Of course this prison was full of criminals–some of which were gay. Jeff‘s face fell in horror. Even though he grew up in a poor family, Eva had always spoiled him. He couldn‘t even stand working in the laundry, let alone being bullied like this.

knees and burst into tears, snot running down his nose. He had never been humiliated like this in his whole life. The prisoners turned a deaf ear to his pleas and

them to get him out. However, when he saw the beautiful

face, Charis spoke into the receiver in a

her behalf to see how you were doing.” Jeff‘s expression instantly hardened and he was about to hang up the phone. By now,

“Wait, don‘t go so fast, you poor fool. Look at yourself. You‘ve offended the Whites. Count yourself lucky they

her eyes, Charis continued to jeer at Jeff.

skin you alive!” Jeff was so angry that his eyes turned red and he jumped up onto tặe table. The prison

there!” Seeing this, Charis

this prison. You stupid idiot, you should really think about who you‘ve offended.