Chapter 570: Teagan is Dead

Despite the warm September temperatures in Akloit, Danielle still felt cold. At the moment, she was temporarily detained in a holding cell, a cold iron door separating her from the outside world. The room was empty except for the four walls and dim light coming from the hallway, illuminating the corner where she sat. Her Chanel mini dress had become completely dirty, her face was streaked with tears, and her hair was a mess. Her lifeless eyes stared at the wall in front of her. Across from her was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, with a tough-looking face. She had no idea what crime he had committed to end up there, and he didn't seem to be worried about facing prison time, spending his days eating and sleeping. He was so bored that he even started to pick at his scalp and pick his toes, then used his foot-digging fingers to pick his ears. He seemed like a vulgar and nasty old rogue. As he boredly looked at Danielle's pretty little face, he raised his thick lips and