CHAPTER 438

Elijah’s POV

When I walked into the cold room of the prison, the first thing I saw was Isabelle sitting at the table, her usual smug expression on her face. Her confidence radiated through the glass, but I knew better. Beneath the surface, she was rattled, even if she was trying her best to hide it.

I sat down across from her, leaning back in my chair, keeping my expression neutral. I didn’t need to play her games.

“Elijah,” she said, her voice dripping with that haughty arrogance I knew all too well. “Come to gloat? Or is this another one of your pathetic attempts to feel like a hero?”

I didn’t bite. “I just got some good news,” I started, my tone steady. “You can’t bail out. Not yet, at least.”

Her smile faltered for just a second, barely noticeable, but I caught it. She quickly regained her composure, flipping her hair back, like she had no care in the world.

“Oh, please,” Isabelle scoffed. “This is just temporary. Do you honestly think I’ll stay locked up? My connections—”

“Won’t