Chapter 1582

Inside Eldoria Prison, the harsh beam of a flashlight flickered relentlessly in Bryce's face. It was already late at night, and his white shirt was stained and caked with dirt. He looked every bit the wreck. Blood crusted over a gash on his forehead, adding to his battered appearance. "Bring him out. We're not done questioning him," one officer said. "He hasn't slept in over 24 hours. What if something goes wrong? He's a public figure, for God's sake," the other officer replied. "We're just following protocol. This is a direct order from higher-ups. Bring him out and continue with the interrogation," the first officer insisted. They spoke fluent Eldorian as they conversed. Bryce listened silently. He had been detained for an entire day. His untreated wounds were untreated and had turned infected. And for the past four hours, he had been burning with fever. Yet, none of this concerned him as much as the potential trouble his arrest in Eldoria Prison could cause Maeve. Mira