Asher's POV
"Come on, Asher. Let's get ready to meet that rancid bastard. I can't wait to teach him a lesson. I'll make sure he never forgets this for the rest of his life." Joan was in high spirits as she descended the stairs. She entered her car with a flourish. The man didn't usually behave like this. The Joan I knew was an iron-fisted and cold-hearted businessman. But when it came to his daughter, he was unforgiving. Typical of a true father.
We didn't go with a private driver. It was just me and Joan. This time, I drove and she sat beside me. Joan seemed to be thinking about something. Her forehead was folded.
Half an hour later, we arrived at the prison in the center of the city. Joan got out impatiently as soon as I parked my car.
I immediately got out and followed Joan, who took long strides. Some of the warders who passed us looked down. Everyone knew who Joan was and how much influence she had in this town. Joan continued walking down the hallway and stopped at the far end w
