The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO
Chapter 442 - 442 441 Good Idea

442: Chapter 441 Good Idea 442: Chapter 441 Good Idea Su Ying was thrown into a cell without a trial.

The dimly-lit room reeked of a nauseating rot.

Before she even entered, Su Ying couldn’t help the tumultuous wave in her stomach and nearly vomited.

“Can I be moved somewhere else?” Su Ying covered her mouth and nose, her delicate eyebrows nearly knitting together on her forehead.

“Move?

Do you think this is a hotel?” sneered the guard escorting Su Ying.

This place didn’t care what you liked or disliked; besides, orders from above were clear: no matter what sounds came from the cells that night, they were to be ignored.

Clearly, this white-collar-dressed, quite attractive woman must have offended someone significant.

You think it’s repulsive now?

There’s worse coming your way.

Looking at Su Ying’s excessively pretty face, a flicker of pity crossed the guard’s mind—but it was just a flicker.

Who asked you to provoke someone you shouldn’t have?

Sometimes, being beautiful isn’t a good thing for a woman, especially in jail.

“Get in,” the guard said, shoving Su Ying into the cell and locking it.

Then he could go to the duty room for some tea and TV; the rest was no concern of his.

A few seconds later, Su Ying’s eyes adjusted to the dim light inside the cell and took in her surroundings.

There were four bunk beds in the cell, eight bunks in all.

The bed frames were shabby, the bedding moldy, and the floor was littered with all sorts of trash—it couldn’t have been more filthy and chaotic.

Around five or six inmates clad in labor uniforms sat on the beds, exuding a fierce aura, especially the one on the bottom bunk, bulky and menacing.

A frail woman was massaging her back.

Even Su Ying, who had seen her fair share of tough situations with Lin Shiyan, was stunned by the scene before her.

…

Smack, a hand struck out with a slap.

“Haven’t eaten?

Such weak strength.”

“Sorry, Sister Biao, I…

I didn’t mean to,” the skinny inmate said, nearly falling off the bed from the slap, covering her face with tears in her eyes.

“Stop!” Su Ying shouted instinctively.

Immediately after, she regretted speaking up.

She was already in a dire situation, and here she was meddling in others’ affairs—wasn’t that asking for trouble?

As expected, as soon as she spoke, all the inmates turned their gaze toward her.

“Oh, a good-looking dame has arrived,” Sister Biao said, inspecting Su Ying’s face and curling her lips into a smile.

“Hey, newbie, know the rules here?” an inmate from the upper bunk called out to Su Ying, holding a wooden plank.

“What, what rules?” Su Ying asked, her voice trembling.

“What rules?

Serving Sister Biao, that’s the rule!” the inmates jeered.

With that, all the inmates, except for the one being bullied, moved threateningly towards Su Ying, their faces fierce.

“What are you, what are you going to do?”

“You don’t know the rules, so we’re gonna teach you,” they said.

Alarmed, Su Ying backed away.

“Don’t mess around, I, I’ll call for help.”

“Call for help?

Go ahead, try calling,” one of the women challenged.

A woman cornered Su Ying against the cell’s iron door and pinched her chin.

“Today, you can scream your throat raw, but no one will come,” she said.

“Young Master Lu has ordered that we leave a lasting impression on this lady here, preferably the kind that scars her mentally without leaving physical evidence.

Think hard, everyone, and if you have a good idea, you’ll be handsomely rewarded.”

The inmates immediately began to discuss among themselves.

Listening to the inmates discussing how to deal with her, Su Ying couldn’t help but tremble.

It seemed she had truly fallen this time, not only dethroned from her vice-presidential pedestal at Shiyan Group but also imprisoned and subjected to inhumane treatment.

“Kneel before me!” Sister Biao roared, unable to decide what to do next as the inmates offered a cacophony of suggestions.

“I won’t kneel!”

Even though Su Ying was down on her luck, she had once been the esteemed vice president of Shiyan Group.

How could she possibly kneel before these criminals?

“Well, well, such a tough spirit!” Sister Biao observed Su Ying, who seemed no bigger than a sprout in front of her.

“Sister Biao, Sister Biao, I just thought of a brilliant idea that’ll have her begging on her knees soon enough!” an inmate suddenly exclaimed with excitement.

“Really?

Can it leave mental scars?” Sister Biao squinted, asking.

“Yes, she might even go insane!” the inmate said excitedly.

Su Ying’s face went deathly pale.

“Fish Bubble Eyes, hurry up and spill it.

What’s so brilliant?” Sister Biao turned to the inmate who had spoken earlier.

The inmate whispered a few words into Sister Biao’s ear, prompting an evil smile to spread across her large, fat face.