Early in the morning outside the prison, it was drizzling.

Rosalie and Byron were quietly waiting in a Rolls-Royce until the big iron gates began to open slowly.

Yves was still in prison uniform when a middle-aged prison guard said, “Behave yourself after getting out and stop making mistakes!”

He nodded and a relaxed smile appeared on his lips. “I will, Mr. Zigler. Wait till I get myself a new job and I’ll come see you once I’ve earned some money. Thanks for always looking out for me.”

“What’s there to thank me for? Just don’t come back ever again. It’s bad luck! Just go…” The middle-aged prison guard smiled.

Yves had always thought that no one would come to pick him up and did not pay attention to the Rolls-Royce.

It was until Byron appeared while helping Rosalie out of the car that astonishment appeared on his face.

“You’re finally out, Yves Graham!” Byron smiled.

He had thought it would be a few more months before Yves would be released, but Yves’ sentence was shortened due to good