The Iron Door

That way, no one would dare to disobey her. "Hahaha..." Zoey suddenly laughed, and then slowly turned her head to look in the direction of the iron door, where a guard was standing. The guard looked at Zoey inside, and he obviously thought he was looking at a madman. He couldn't help muttering, "You're a lunatic, aren't you? You keep hitting the door and cursing people out. One moment, you're smiling, and the next, you're laughing." Zoey smiled sweetly and asked, "What about it?" Her tone would have been attractive under normal circumstances, but Zoey was a prisoner right then, who had been locked up because of murder. Her words only made people feel sick. The guard snorted and touched his arm. As expected, he got goosebumps. What did he do to deserve this? The guard opened the iron door of the cell and said to Zoey, "Come out. Someone wants to see you." "Who is it?" Zoey was a little wary. She was not a fool. Ever since she was charged for pushing Mrs. Gilbert out of a window, she kne