CAGED LOVE: The QUEEN'S REVENGE

New York rainstorms crash into junkyard areas. Arthur crushed the billion-dollar inheritance document, the barrel pressing firmly against Elena's forehead. "Take the blame for me in this dismemberment case, or your sister won't survive the night!" Elena was forced to kneel in the blood, staring intently at the man who once said he loved her deeply, her nails scraping through the mud. Key Highlight: Taking the Blame for the Dismemberment Case for a Scumbag? Elena takes advantage of the deadlock to rebirth and uncovers family secrets in prison, amassing assets worth hundreds of billions! Back in New York, she pressed her gun to her ex's brow and sneered, "Arthur, now it's your turn to take the blame for me!" "Watch how the abandoned son in desperate situations wields power, tears apart traitors and traitors, and makes the proud scumbag kneel in the blood and beg for mercy!" Core summary: New York's heavy rain crashes into a junkyard as rusty crushers roar. Arthur's boots pressed firmly on the billion-dollar inheritance document, grinding the paper into the muddy water. The barrel of his Browning gun slammed hard against Elena's forehead, leaving a blood mark. "Accept the dismemberment case on the Hudson River." If I don't see the confession before eight tomorrow morning, your sister will turn into eight pieces of meat and be sent to your cell. "Elena was forced to kneel in the bloody water mixed with engine oil. A month earlier, this man had proposed to her in Times Square. She stared at Arthur, her teeth biting through her lower lip, her nails scraping through the rubble. "Arthur, even if I were a ghost, I'd skin you alive." She signed. During her three years in the federal prison, Elena survived at the hands of the prison overseer. Relying on her exceptional profiling and deductive talent, she cracks the blood-written code left by her roommate's serial killer, uncovering thirty years of family secrets hidden in New York's underground world. It turns out the inheritance Arthur stole back then was just bait; she is the sole leader of the overseas billion-dollar black gold trust. When the three-year term ended, the iron gate was smashed open. Twelve black bulletproof Maybach cars blocked the prison gate. New York's most ruthless mob boss opened a black umbrella for her with one hand, handing her a lit cigar and a loaded Glock. "Boss, where are you going?" That night, at the penthouse hotel in Manhattan. Arthur is holding champagne, announcing his takeover of the consortium to the city's elite. The main door was smashed with a slam. Irina walked in wearing a red dress, high heels on the glass shards covering the floor, dragging a black body bag dripping with blood. The whole crowd screamed. She grabbed Arthur's hair and slammed him hard onto the marble floor soaked in alcohol. Glock's cold gun barrel drove straight into Arthur's wide-open mouth, pressing against his jaw. Elena exhaled a smoke ring, her laughter making people feel uneasy: "Arthur, did you hear the police sirens downstairs?" Inside the bag was the assassin who dumped your body years ago. Now, it's your turn to take the blame for me. ”