Chapter 93
“Ms. Clark, we’re just following protocol here. Please don’t make things difficult for us,” the guard firmly said, still blocking her way.
“And what if I want to make things difficult?” Kylie coldly replied. “I’m seeing him today. That’s that,
quickly, she pulled out her phone and dialed for Samuel
As soon as the call connected, she got straight to the point. “Did you talk to the prison guards and have them block me from seeing the driver?”
“Are you at the prison right now?” Samuel asked instead of answering.
” she said, growing impatient. “Did you tell them not to let me see him or not?”
“No,” he flatly said. He frowned, clearly annoyed by her tone. Then, he lowered his tone and said, “has no one ever taught you that when you’re asking for something, maybe you should try acting like you actually need it?”
“I guess I missed that lesson,” Kylie shot back “So tell me, what kind of attitude should I have to please you today?”
Samuel could practically picture Kylie with her sharp attitude and chin held high
Somehow, it both imitated and amused him at the same time. He let out a drychuckle, “Wait there. I’ll make the call,”
The call hadn’t even ended when, suddenly, chaos erupted from the guards‘ office.
“Move, move, move! Inmate 3025’s having a medical emergency. Call an ambulance, now!”
A wave of dread washed over Kylie.
She reached out and grabbed the nearest guard by the arm and urgently said, “Inmate 3025–Is that the truck driver who came in a few days ago?” The guard froze, frowning. “Who are you?
“I said her voice was sharp and commanding, “Is 3025, Dominic, from the hit–and–run or not?”
The fore behind herp presence was undeniable, and it stopped the guard cold.
After a beat, he finally nodded, “I think it’s him.”
“What happened to him?” Kylie’s stomach twisted as she gripped the guard’s arm even tighter.
“I don’t know the full story yet,” he answered. “They’re taking him to the hospital. We’ll find out once the doctors see him.”
Not long after, Dominic was wheeled out on a stretcher. His body was convulsing violently, and he was foaming at the mouth. He looked like he was one breath away from dying
Kylie rushed to the emergency whicle and reached for the back door.
The officer in Dominic’s seat scowled and snapped, “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Get down! You’re interfering with an active emergency. Do you want to end up in a cell yourself? Do you think prison is fun or something? Get off the damn car!”
Kylie’s phone was still connected. On the other end, Samuel had heard everything–the shouting, the chaos, the panic.
His brows knitted, and his expression was ice–cold.
Logan glanced at fanuel’s far, and his heart skipped a brat,
Samuel’s sharp, handsome face was turning colder by the second. It was chilling enough to make Logan’s skin crawl.
“Mr. Vance?” Logan cautiously asked “What’s going on?”
Samuel stood up with a deadly glint in his darkeyes. “We’re going to the prison.”
Logen læsitated, still stunned as he followed beland. “What happened?”
They’d just leit the place. Why the hell were they going back now?
Inside the police van, Kylie cut the officer off mid rant. “Your superiors should’ve made it very clear he’s not to leave your sight,” she snapped. “And now, he’s collapsing right under your noses.
“If lae dies, can you afford to take the fall!
A waye nd silence fell upon the wall.
