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.

she had endured three years of imprisonment, the revocation of

cell, and upon release,

irrevocably

the price? Do you think serving three years in jail is a price? My sister lost her life,

worst that life had to offer and lost everything. As far as she was

who donned the bright orange

years 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 had come to know all too

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

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

disabled. I was too

conveyed an

rigidity coursed through Rosalie’s body, her grasp

each other anymore. Don’t

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might not be capable of holding anything next time,” Yvette remarked, her ire ignited by the recollection of how all the projection advertising for

down the

between their families as a

that’s the case, you might want to convey those sentiments to my sister instead. There’s no

and he’s targeted the Xanthos family for it. Yet here you stand, sweeping the streets without a care,” Meredith lashed out with

She didn’t expect Jonathan

Rosalie had managed to escape from William had also been attributed to

dominion over the expansive Youngblood Group, an entity that no one dared challenge. His proclamations