I Became His Sweetheart

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Upon entering the garden, she called out to Sawyer and Owen and asked, “When did Elijah come back? “Mr. Freeman arrived about an hour ago, and he’s been busy since he got home,” replied Sawyer. “What about during the day?”

“He behaved normally. We were with him the entire time,” Owen explained.

Sheena was not entirely convinced. However, it was only the first day, and if he wanted to gain her trust, he would likely keep a low profile for a few days. Pondering this, she pushed the door open.

Upon hearing the noise, Elijah emerged from the kitchen, surprised to find it was Sheena. “You're home so early today.” Sheena raised an eyebrow. “Is that not allowed?”

“Of course it is,” Elijah responded. He approached, took out slippers from the shoe cabinet, and handed them to her. “Welcome home! You must be tired from working all day.”

Sheena noticed a slight panting in his voice, and his white shirt collar was damp with sweat, indicating that he had been busy the hour before she arrived.

“Is dinner ready?” she asked. “Not yet... Can you give me another twenty minutes?” Elijah requested.

Seeing that he had been genuinely occupied today, Sheena did not intend to make things difficult for him intentionally. She simply nodded and headed upstairs.

In the evening, at Farlem men’s prison.

After dinner, the inmates were granted half an hour of free time. That night, the most respected guy in the prison was due for a visit, and Leon planned to take advantage of his absence to sneak into the bathroom for a quick shower.

At this time, not many people were using the bathroom. As Leon took off his shirt, someone covered his mouth with a white cloth from behind and forcibly dragged him into a corner.

While skilled in hand—to—hand combat, Leon could not withstand an ambush from eight large guys. They pinned him down, and by the time he realized the cloth was drugged, he had already lostContent property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

consciousness.

Leon woke up to a completely different environment. It was a run—down and dimly lit small house, and it was clear he had been transported out of the prison. He struggled against the restraints on his wrists and found both hands tightly bound with ropes, suspended upside down from the beam in the

shabby room. His toes barely managed to stabilize his weight on the ground.

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This position was exhausting, as Leon’s hands were suspended in reverse, causing his entire body to lose strength soon. The door of the small house creaked open, and he was shocked to see the people entering.

“Lionel, Logan...”

Lionel ignored him while Logan walked up and delivered a punch.

“You two-faced traitor! Do you know who Jennifer truly is? You actually helped her falsely accuse Mr. Freeman in front of Ms. Sheena! Leon, are you a fool?”

Mentioning Jennifer, Leon’s emotions became somewhat agitated. “Don’t you dare speak ill of her! She hasn’t done anything wrong! It’s clearly Sheena’s fault, and you all, along with Mr. Freeman, have been deceived by that bitch!”

Logan was angered by his remarks. It was often said that girls were prone to becoming foolish in love, but why did Leon’s intelligence take a nosedive?

“Are you out of your mind? You've followed Mr. Freeman for so many years. Saying you're as dumb as a pig is an insult to pigs!” Logan was infuriated, but Leon was stubborn, unwilling to hear anything negative about Jennifer.

Lionel sighed. “He won't listen to anything we have to say right now. No matter what you say, he believes Jennifer is great! Show him the evidence!”

Leon, initially defiant, finally yielded when Logan presented the evidence against Jennifer.