Chapter 1312:


    He flicked a nce toward Raegan in the crowd, then fixed Maia with an unreadable expression and continued, “Ms. Watson, could you please exin how you managed to leave Wront Prison during your sentence?”


    He paused, letting the question hang. “I hope you can clear the name of the former warden. Tell us: by what method did you escape? Every word you speak will be considered when determining your sentence. I will not allow any prisoner to abscond from Wront Prison.”


    A new ripple of shock passed through the audience. The direction of the interrogation made no sense to many of them. They could see Shiloh was not an ally of Rosanna, and yet now his scrutiny had shifted toward Maia.


    Rosanna, lips split and bleeding,y on the floor in equal parts bewildered and fearful.


    She fixed her eyes on Shiloh, dread and a strange anticipation knotting in her chest as she waited to see what he would do next.


    Her mind grasped for an exnation and settled on one: the p must have been punishment for disrupting Raegan’s n. Inwardly, she med herself for losingposure. A hard curl of contempt touched her mouth as she believed, with brittle certainty, that fortune would not always favor Maia. Her expression oscited betweenughter and tears—a grotesque mask Kiley observed with thinly veiled disdain.


    Kiley considered Rosanna an idiot, useful only for loud, pointless outbursts. She had no patience for the woman’s theatrics.


    Kiley’s eyes returned to Shiloh, calcting quietly. She admired the way he had set the stage for Maia’s downfall. No matter how formidable Maia had been, evidence of her escape would justify her capture.


    Under Wrontw, an escape doubled a prisoner’s sentence. That meant Maia faced at least eight more years—a sentence that would shred her reputation.


    Maia would fall from Wront’s celebrated genius and hero to a wanted fugitive.


    In the crowd, Raegan loosened her grip on her phone as if a weight had lifted from her shoulders. She hade perilously close to ordering Shiloh’s daughter executed.


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    A small, satisfied smirk curved her lips. Shiloh had surprised her. This twist was brilliant.


    For a moment she had feared he would sacrifice his own child to side with Maia; instead, he had chosen differently.


    Across the live chat, viewers flooded the stream with question marks. “What’s going on?”


    Maia met Shiloh’s stare with a cool, raised brow. “You’re the warden of Wront Prison, correct? If so, you’d know as well as I how escapes happen. Or are you not the real warden?” She tilted her head. “What exactly are you? Who are you working for?”


    Shiloh’s smile was faint, unreadable. “I serve Wront Prison.” He walked toward her, each step measured. “Now answer carefully. This is yourst chance. Otherwise I’ll have you arrested immediately.”


    Maia lowered her gaze, examining Shiloh as he stood before her.


    When they hadst crossed paths, she had verified he was working undercover for Zoey inside Wront Prison.


    His current bearing told a different story though. He looked severe and spoke with the unforgiving hardness of someone passing judgment. He seemed every bit an officer conducting an official interrogation.


    Had he betrayed Zoey? Was he now working for Kiley? Maia found herself forced to consider the possibility.


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