Jason Lockwood left the cell, locked the door behind him, put on his mask, and turned to leave.
Just then, a female inmate happened to be passing by in the hallway.
The inmate stared straight at him. Jason Lockwood frowned in disgust and sidestepped to avoid her.
He was just about to walk away when the inmate suddenly lunged at him. Before he could react, she had wrapped her arms tightly around his legs. "You're The Baron, aren't you? You're Young Master Lockwood, right?"
Although the woman had never properly met him, she had attended a few of his birthday banquets in the past. She still had a faint impression of such a god-like man.
Even if she was mistaken, she had to take the chance. This was the only person who could possibly save her.
The stench coming off the woman was unbearable to Jason Lockwood. Compounded by his mysophobia, his fists clenched, and his entire body trembled with restraint. "Let go of me!"
