Chapter 268

Ejay sat on the narrow bunk in his dimly lit cell, his back against the cold, unforgiving wall. The familiar sounds of the detention center echoed around him—the clinking of keys, the distant chatter of guards, and the occasional muffled noises from neighboring cells. The reality of his confinement was sinking in, and the once mighty orchestrator of criminal activities now found himself ensnared within the confines of the justice system.

The stark, impersonal walls seemed to suffocate him, a stark contrast to the lavish lifestyle he had grown accustomed to. The absence of freedom weighed heavily on his mind, the isolation amplifying his thoughts.

Ejay's mind drifted back to his days of power and influence, memories of running his criminal empire with impunity. But now, those glory days felt like a distant dream. The bars that separated him from the outside world symbolized his downfall—a reminder of the consequences of his actions.

The realization that he was no lon