The Dangerous Wealthy Punk

Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Nine

The harsh weight of the jail waited long after Georgia ventured out of the sterile room. The experience with Kelvin had cleared out her candidly depleted and befuddled. His frantic supplication, the allegations against Armstrong, and the specifying of George Andrews it was a tangled web of misdirection she was battling to disentangle.

But her trip wasn't over. There was one more individual she required to see, somebody who might hold a lost piece of the astound Sophia, her best companion turned enemy.

The women's jail, a stark difference to the male office, held a different kind of pressure within the discussion. Here, the quiet was punctuated not by clanging metal doors but by the smothered cries and quieted discussions that reverberated through the passages.

Georgia found Sophia in a little, cramped cell, the dynamic lady she once knew a pale shadow of her previous self. Gone were the originator dress and the irresistible chuckling, supplanted by an exhaustion that carved itself int