Chapter 437 Captured

• Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away in Jetsey, within the prestigious Ingram Mansion, Ezekiel stood atop a stone staircase, hands clasped behind his back.
• He looked tall and well-built in his early 40s, with sharp distinguished features. His hair was meticulously styled with pomade, not a strand out of place. There was an air of refinement about him, but a hint of world-weariness lingered in his eyes, etched deep within his furrowed brows.
• A cigarette dangled between his fingers, wisps of smoke curling into the crisp air as he contemplated his next move. Finally, his furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and he spoke to seemingly no one in particular.