Legacy Of The Chaotic Heir

Chapter Sixty Eight

In his small cell, Mr. Escobar watched the live show with a sense of irony.

The big show of Richard's revelation was on the small screen, and with each new detail, Mr. Escobar's plan fell apart. Frustration hit him hard as he saw the careful story he had set up go to waste.

In a fit of despair, he slammed his hands against the cold, unforgiving bars, the echo of his exclamation reverberating in the starkness of his captive reality. "Damn it," he muttered, the weight of defeat settling in the recesses of his confinement.

In the frustrated atmosphere of Mr. Escobar's cell, Gunther's phone buzzed with a distinctive sound. The zzz, zzz noise broke the silence. Almost as if the universe enjoyed irony, Gunther took out his phone. Surprisingly, the display showed an Indian number.

Gunther's voice, which the nurse didn't recognize, broke the silence, confirming he was the one getting the surprising call.

"Yeah, it is," Gunther answered, his tone a mix of caution and focus. The voice on the o