The Substitute Wife: 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. 

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 began to take off their pants. Just then, a prison

parents had come to visit, so on his way there, he started to think of ways to force them to get him out. However, when he saw the beautiful short–haired woman sitting

a smile on her face, Charis spoke into the receiver in a casual

you were doing.” Jeff‘s expression instantly hardened and he was about to hang up the phone. By now, he knew better than to mess

You‘ve offended the Whites. Count yourself

in her eyes, Charis continued to jeer at Jeff.

that his eyes turned red and he jumped up

down from there!” Seeing this, Charis just smiled.

good care of you in this prison. You stupid idiot,