The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 25

Rosalie had not anticipated encountering Yvette again so soon.

Yvette’s appearance hadn’t changed since the first time Rosalie had laid eyes on her. She remained stunning, her makeup meticulous, and her attire high fashion. A celebrity within the entertainment circle, she was veritably a socialite of the city.

Even in those times when she ordered the extraction of Rosalie’s fingernails during her imprisonment, Yvette maintained her delicate and elegant appearance. She sported designer clothes that seemed out of place within the grim confines of the prison.

She looked so bright and dazzling.

However, it was this socialite, this embodiment of nobility in the eyes of others, who commanded the removal of Rosalie’s own nails and carried out such cruel torments with a venomous voice.

She became an enduring nightmare haunting Rosalie.

Beside Yvette stood Meredith, who spotted Rosalie and promptly sneered, ‘Well, well, well, look who we have here. Isn’t she the lovely culprit who brought harm to your sister, Yvette? How poetic that she’s toiling as a sanitary worker now.”

Rosalie’s face turned pale, and she remained silent. She lowered her head and continued to clean up the garbage on the floor.

“You truly have no shame. If I were responsible for causing someone’s sister’s demise in a car accident, I’d likely be in tears. fervently seeking forgiveness on my knees upon encountering them. Yet here you are, as composed as can be,” Meredith continued her derisive commentary.

Summoning a deep breath, Rosalie lifted her head slowly. Tve already paid the price,” she declared, her gaze steady as she addressed both of them.

unfounded accusation, she had endured three years of imprisonment, the revocation of her

within the confines of a cell, and upon release, she

had been irrevocably altered. The price she had paid was

Do you think serving three years in jail is a price? My sister lost

it you want now?” Rosalie responded calmly. She had already faced the worst that life had to offer

remained fixed on Rosalie, who donned the bright orange workwear

of confinement had sapped the luster from her once-vibrant black hair. Although her facial delicacy remained. her eyes bore a vacant expression. The hands that gripped the broom had roughened, a testament to the toil she

vividly recalled the initial encounter when she had first laid eyes on Rosalie. At that time, she had been amazed by the smooth fairness of Rosalie’s hands. Even her nails had

hands now gripped a rough, soiled broom instead of an exquisite

seems that your hand hasn’t been completely disabled. I was too lenient with

conveyed an objectifying disregard for

coursed through Rosalie’s body, her grasp on the broom

and Zachary are nothing to each other anymore. Don’t let

Chapter 25

ire ignited by the recollection of how all the projection advertising for Zachary’s

the one who took down the advertisements. They were not

apparent compliance with the planned engagement between their families as a sign of his agreement.

sister instead. There’s

never been taken down. You killed Jonathan’s fiancée, and he’s targeted the Xanthos family for it. Yet here you stand, sweeping the streets without a care,” Meredith lashed out

She didn’t expect Jonathan

had managed to escape from

immense power in Strico, essentially reigning as its deity. He held dominion over the expansive Youngblood Group, an entity that no one