Chapter 110: The Laws of Worth
Zack always walked into the prison like he owned it. It was his favourite place to be, especially when he was able to break the law whenever it was convenient.
No hesitation or fear or flinching at the stench of metal and sweat.
Just the slow and confident steps of a man who believed every room belonged to him the moment he entered it.
Two guards led him through the corridor without question.
He had the kind of authority that didn't require badges or signatures.
The kind that came from secrets and old alliances that no one wanted to provoke.
When they reached the final cell, the guard unlocked the door and stepped aside.
Zack walked in.
Ethan sat on the iron bed with his back hunched and his fingers running through his hair. His eyes were red from sleepless nights, and the dark under his lashes made him look older.
But the moment he lifted his head and saw Zack, his face turned icy.
"Oh," Ethan muttered. "It is you."
