Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 301

Chapter 301: 301- Last Time

Valerie was standing against the wall with a crazy heartbeat while the woman sitting on the bunk was laughing crazily.

She had a bob cut. Her sleek black hair brushed against her face as she laughed. Holding her stomach, she was doubling over.

"You are so stupid," she wheezed between fits of laughter, "Didn’t you see me lying on the upper bunk? How come you didn’t realize that there was someone else in the room?"

Valerie glared at her. She wanted to throttle the neck of the woman who first acted as a ghost and now didn’t seem to stop laughing at her stupidity.

Her laughter was echoing in the small cell, but it was hurting Valerie’s ear drums. At last, when the woman got a grip of it, she gave a once-over to Valerie.

"Hmm. You seem rich!" chuckling to herself, she sat on the lower bunk, "Come on. Lighten up. Trust me. It’s going to get worse."

Valerie didn’t respond. She stared at the woman with a cold hard look, silently swearing under her breath.

She couldn’t utter anything loudly. What If this woman was a real murderer?

"What is your name?" the woman asked Valerie and took out an electric kettle from under the bunk.

Valerie gave her an odd look, "Is ... is this kettle allowed here?"

The woman looked over her shoulder and laughed loudly again, her screeching sound causing that sharp pain in her ears, "Nothing is allowed here. But I’m their regular guest," She winked and then started making black coffee.

It seemed like she had set a kitchenette under the bunk.

"H-how are you allowed... I mean... won’t they put charges against you?"

The woman shrugged and kept doing her job. There were paper cups. A water bottle. Coffee jar.

"Here, take this!" she offered a cup to Valerie who seemed hesitant to accept it, "You might need it, classy Missy. Take it. It might calm your nerves a little."

Exhaling a long breath, Valerie accepted the cup, "Thanks."

"By the way what’s your name?" she asked the question again.

"Valerie!" she wanted to say Sinclair but then someone clenched her heart.

Not anymore.

"Hmm. Valerie! You seem to be in pain," Valerie couldn’t say anything. She kept trying to control her quivering lips. The woman kept observing her quietly taking sips from her cup.

"Seems like a lot of pain," she muttered and grabbed the empty cup from her hand, "Would you like a cigarette?"

Valerie’s eyes widened in surprise, "H-how the hell..."

The woman raised her hand waving it in her face, "Oh. I’ve got contacts... connections..."

She knocked on the metal door from inside and the same police officer who brought Valerie to the cell was standing outside.

"I need a cigarette," the woman told him.

"Ah, Sarah! You’ve been quite demanding lately," he remarked lightly and then lit a cigarette before sliding it through the small window.

"Yeah. And in return I’ll fulfill your night demands," she held his finger and licked it. Valerie immediately diverted her focus.

Now she knew why this woman was getting favors.