Since Bertha Marley was the one I blindly invited to the Johnson Family, it's my responsibility to expose her true colors and schemes!
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The night grows late.
In the dark prison.
Came the sound of Lude Johnson, hungry and desperate like a beast, "Let me go... I want to get out... I want..."
A guard waiting outside walked in, staring coldly, "What do you want?"
Lude Johnson rolled on the ground, as if struck by a drug addiction, clutching his body tightly, his face ashen and twisted into a knotted mess, utterly terrifying, with only two words on his lips, "Bertha..."
By coincidence.
Julian Johnson had just finished handling his affairs and came over, hearing his series of wailing cries outside.
No delay.
He raised his hand, summoned the guard beside him, and ordered in a low voice, "Bring Bertha Marley over, deliver her to him."
"Yes, Team Leader."
Two guards set off immediately.
