“I don’t know how I became an economic prisoner, I’m on my way to the guardhouse now, I can’t talk to you for too long, that’s all, take care of yourself.” nche Capra said and hung up.


    Francesca Jones was still holding the phone, her eyes looking nowhere in particr, “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely find a way to get you out.”


    He would never let nche Capra suffer this injustice for nothing.


    Also, he would find out exactly who was behind all this.


    Didn’t want to let that person off the hook.


    Who caused nche Capra to somehow be an economic criminal, nche Capra herself actually guessed.


    She felt chilled, but there were just no tears.


    One minute she was in heaven and the next she was being dragged to hell, that person was always so cruel.


    From before to now, so desperate.


    She should have realized this a long time ago, obviously she had already been hurt once, why she just couldn’t learn from her experience, being blinded by love, choosing to trust her heart, grabbing his hand and letting him lead her away, and then going to the excruciatingly painful Shura.


    At a time like this, he’d be able to walk away in one piece.


    nche Capra handed her cell phone to the police officer, who asked her, “Is there anyone else to contact other than the servants in the house with your friend to notify?”


    “No, thank yourade policeman.” nche Capra smiled slightly, a smile so subdued and pale that the policeman with years of experience was a little surprised.


    After all, very few people could remain calm and unhurried when it came to something like this, let alone the fact that nche Capra was still a young man with little experience.


    Did nche Capra not realize how many charges she was facing?


    Of course not, nche Capra is mentally prepared.


    She just hasn’t gotten over it yet, the man gave her a candy bar to sweeten her up and then gave her a whipping at the same time.


    The grief was so great that her heart died.


    It turned out that a person could still be so cruel, she had really seen it.


    …


    On the day nche Capra was detained in the detention center, Francesca Jones found a well-hidden tea house in the neighborhood, and sessively made appointments with some friends or rtives who had a certain degree of power in the police station, and as soon as he met them, he opened the door and mentioned the matter of nche Capra.


    Who knew that most of them would react so violently, immediately shaking their heads and refusing Francesca Jones’ request before Francesca Jones could make it, and the remaining ones who didn’t refuse also had a hard look on their faces.


    “I really can’t do you a favor, I’m sorry, it’s not that I don’t want to, but this nche Capra thing is all over the ce right now, she’s a hot potato, and anyone who gets close to her might get dragged into it.”


    “Brother, I want to do you a favor, but let’s forget about the nche Capra thing, at least just for a while, you’d better wait and see what happens, now that I’ve used my power to get her out, I’m miserable too.”


    “The times now are different from before, it’s not like we’re doing something the public doesn’t know about, theizens and the media can all be watching now, if nche Capra is released just like that inexplicably, sooner orter they’ll find out about me, and at that time, she and I will both be dead.”


    The reasons for refusal were all over the ce, and there was just no way to help anyway.


    Those who didn’t explicitly refuse were outwardly pretending that he would do his best to ask around, and Francesca Jones knew at a nce that he was just saying that.


    Francesca Jones doesn’t understand their difficulties, but as long as it’s for nche Capra, he’ll help her even if he has to use his connections.


    Francesca Jones used her own identity to apply pressure – his name was well known in the underworld, and his family had a certain amount of power, so offending him would not end well.


    Francesca Jones made tea for them with no expression on his face, and the fragrance of the tea was refreshing as the heat rose and drifted throughout the antique room.


    He said the same thing to each of them, “I, Francesca Jones, helped you when you were in trouble, and now you’re trying to be ungrateful?”


    The answer was roughly the same, “No! Listen to me, it’s not that I won’t help, it’s just that at this juncture, we’d better wait and see, and after that, when the storm has passed, I’ll try to get her out.”


    That had been the only thing that could be thought of.


    Francesca Jones had no choice but to ept their present polite refusal.


    But in saying goodbye he did emphasize, “Don’t forget the promise you gave. I’ll get back to you guys after a while.”


    “Okay. …”


    After they left, Francesca Jones remained in the booth, his stiff smile dropping momentarily as he looked down, at his gloomy self reflected in the clear tea, and with a sudden burst of fire, he mmed the cup down hard on the floor.


    What should he do next, his mind went nk.


    It was the first time so far that he felt helpless about something.


    No matter what, he had to find a way to save nche Capra.


    For now, though, all Francesca Jones could do was find out who had filed thewsuit.


    That is, the person behind the smear campaign against nche Capra.


    …


    Inside the detention center, the spartan furniture and stained walls made the night even harder to get through, nche Capra sat in her chair and closed her eyes, she had calmed down.


    Telling herself over and over again that it was time to be hard-hearted, that there would be no more emotional turmoil in a dead heart, she still couldn’t do it.Text content ? N?velDrama.Org.


    nche Capra still wept when she thought about her situation and the horrible thoughts that echoed in her head.


    She was afraid, afraid that it was really just like she thought, that the man had done it.


    nche Capra was at a loss for words when she was taken, but a figure that shed into her mind suddenly calmed her down.


    If it was the man who did it, it would be crueler than being wrongly used and letting her know that he was behind it.


    nche Capra wasn’t sure if she should trust him.


    But until the dawn came, she would have to wait.


    nche Capra stays up all night.


    The following day, word gets around town – York Charlie has formally indicted nche Capra for a series of offenses, including misappropriation of public property, in her capacity as thergest shareholder of the Charlie Group, with charges that run into two dozen counts, and won’t even let the details let go of the details.


    If thiswsuit goes through, nche Capra faces at least three years in prison, and that’s if she pleads guilty.


    The news exploded all over town, and once again, the inte went crazy, with the media scrambling to cover nche Capra’s past and present life with York Charlie.


    Francesca Jones naturally knew about this shocking news in advance, he guessed that it might be York Charlie, just did not think that York Charlie will not leave any mercy, to nche Capra’s approach can be said to be the end of the world.


    To put it simply, York Charlie was trying to force nche Capra to die.


    Francesca Jones gathered some information and rushed to the detention center and requested to see nche Capra.


    nche Capra was granted a meeting with Francesca Jones.


    Across a table and a light, they looked at each other and nche Capra’s eyes had lost their sparkle.


    She asks, “What’s wrong?”


    The news of York Charlie’swsuit against her hasn’t reached her yet.


    “York Charlie he announced today that he’s officially suing you as the rightful heir to the Charlie Group with thergest shareholder.” Francesca Jones told nche Capra the news with hesitation.