Chapter 208


    Chapter 208


    Amy smirked, ‘did this idiot knows that she loves him? Did he know that he is the father of her six kids?’


    “I don’t care about my beauty. All I care about is you. And please stop telling me to stop worrying about


    you You get into this mess because you were trying to defend me yet you are telling me not to worry.”


    “Oh!”


    “Tell me your n, how do you want to get out of here?” Amy asked.


    “I don’t have a n sincerely. As you can see, I don’t have any power anymore. I don’t have apany


    neither am I the most powerful man in North Hill. Everyone in my n hates me and infact, since I got


    here yesterday, my wife has note to visit me. So when you really think of it, you will realize that no


    one really cares about me, why should I bother about leaving this ce?”


    “I care for you.” “You do?”


    “So much. Did you know anyone by the name Irvin?”


    “Not at all. Who is he?”


    Amy sighed, ‘he doesn’t even remember Irvin anymore.’ what a life,’ Amy thought about it as she looked


    away. She turned back to him and said, “Did you know Can?”


    “Can? Yes. He was the prisoner that got his freedom yesterday night.”


    “You guys saw eachother at the prison, huh?” Amy asked.


    “Yes, we actually ate dinner together. When some prison bad boys were trying to bully me, he stopped


    them and offered that we eat together. He was good to me until he left,” Broderick said.


    That’s strange! Why would Can be good to Broderick?


    “Well, I was told by someone powerful that only Can can help you out of prison and that I should meet


    with him,” Amy said.


    Broderick thought nkly about it and said,” well, I think you can.”


    “You don’t have any problem with meeting with him, right?” Amy asked.


    “Of course not, he’s such a nice man,” Broderick said.


    “I’ll miss you and I promise to get you out of here soon,” Amy stood and Broderick also stood. Looking atTêxt belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    Broderick in this state saddens her heart so much, when she was almost crying, she quickly turned away


    from him and went to one of the cops standing and watching the prisoners and their visitors. “How much


    do I need to pay you to ensure he’s being treated well over here?” Amy asked. “Two thousand dor,


    ma,” the guard replied shamelessly and greedily. Amy nodded and handed over three thousand dors


    to him, the guard was stupefied and


    he quickly kept the money in his pocket so that his bosses or colleagues won’t see it and collect a share


    from it. I am the captain here, I assure you that he won’t get bullied at all,” the cop said and Amy lett.


    Once she got inside the car, Joan who had been waiting for her and was seated at the driver’s seat


    noticed that she had cried and then said, “I’m so sorry, Amy. We will get Broderick out.”


    More tears gushed from Amy’s face and she cleaned it quickly. “Drive over to Can’s house.”


    “Got it,” Joan started the ignition of the car and began to drive. A couple of minutester, their car parked


    before Can’s house.


    “Should I follow you in or shall I wait here?”


    “Wait here. I’ll keep you updated.”


    “Got it.”


    Amy stepped down from the car and walked straight to the entrance of the house. She looked around the


    house and she almost find it incredible that she lived here with Can for three years. She rang the


    doorbell and the door was soon opened. She didn’t know whether the person who would appear will be


    Can or his mother, Wilma. Fortunately for her, it was Can. Can was dressed in a white silky shirt


    and a ck jean trouser, he looked very handsome and cute. It will be hard to believe that he just came


    out of prison yesterday night. “Amy!” Can called surprisingly. He wasn’t expecting to ever see Amy at


    his doorstep. “pleasee in.”


    Amy walked inside in silence, “please sit.”


    Before Amy would sit, a tall and skinnydy appeared,” Can, who is this?” She had a malicious look ok


    her face.


    “Amy of course.” Can responded to the skinny woman.


    “The fuck is your ex wife doing here? I thought she has given birth to six kids for another man and had


    moved on with her life?” Joan Ansel asked angrily.


    “Are you trying to be a nuisance, Joan? You seduced and deceived me in the past into keeping an affair


    with you eventhough you know that I am a married man. Did you think I ever loved you? No, I did not. So


    stop acting like you are important to me,” Can said to Joan.


    “What You are speaking to me this way just because of this trash!” Joan Ansel pointed to Amy.


    “If you dare to call me trash again, I will teach you a lesson,” Amy intercepted.


    *Amy Owen, you are a fucking trash!” Joan Ansel said.


    Amy walked over to her and threw a resounding p to her cheek, Joan Ansel couldn’t


    believe it.


    “Can, are you going to watch her p me?” Joan asked.