*Ding
Vince opened the text message that he just received.
[Visitation, 10am.]
Vince snorted when he read the message, "Tsk, this tsundere." He looked at the watch strapped on his wrist, "I have two hours," he mumbled.
Putting his phone at the side, Vince continued to fork the dumpling on his plate and put it into his mouth.
"Ah, this is the authentic taste! Simply delicious," Vince said to himself. "Better I take this chance to enjoy their local food while I'm here," commented Vince.
An hour later, clad in a suit, Vince walked out of his hotel room and descended towards the lobby.
A black luxury car had waited for him in front of the hotel entrance.
His assistant opened the car door for Vince and let him settle in the back passenger seat before he took the seat behind the steering wheels.
"How far is the Black River Prison?" asked Vince.
"Thirty minutes, sir," replied Assistant McCoy.
Vince nodded his head and made himself comfortable sitting in the back seat.
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