The Rise Of The Unknown Zillionaire Heir

Chapter 125

Later in the evening, Peterson Rogers found himself in his cold, dimly lit cell at the detention center. He lay on the narrow bench bed, his eyes fixated on the peeling paint of the ceiling, lost in his thoughts. The weight of his past actions and the consequences they had brought upon him bore heavily on his conscience.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of approaching footsteps echoing through the corridor. Peterson's attention was piqued, but he initially chose to ignore the disturbance, resigned to his secluded existence behind bars.

"Peterson," a voice called out, breaking through the silence. He sat up, his eyes shifting towards the cell bar gates, and a flicker of surprise replaced the gloom on his face as he recognized the familiar voice. It was Ma'am Luna and Laura, two individuals he never expected to see in this place.

"What are you doing here?" Peterson asked, his tone laced with dismissiveness as he eyed them warily. His guard was up, uncertain of their intentions.

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