Chapitre 267: Chapter Two Hundred And Sixty-Seven:A Queen In Prison.

Six Months later.

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"Hey Russo!" A loud voice said before Joanna was hit with a football, right at the side of her face and that made her fall in the field of the state prison.

The laugh on the faces of the other prisoners were loudly heard, while Joanna tried standing up but a feet kicked at her side and that made her fall face flat to the ground, the pain settled in on her body and she wasn't able to do anything but lie down, and allow the others trample over her.

It's been months, ones that she could barely remember since she was brought back to face her time in the prison, and ever since then, she's been nothing but a piece of meat for the others to trample on and treat as they like, regardless of who she was.

Nobody seemed to respect the name attached to her name, and she's tired of constantly worrying about her son and how he's doing. She has no idea if he's dead or whether Micheal saved him, just like she begged him to.