Chapter 470

It was Damien Holt. His outfit was totally different now. White shirt, black slacks, and a camel trench coat over it. The guy definitely got changed—slick and clean-cut, but his face? Not so much. He looked like he’d been through hell. Walking straight up to Evelyn Knight against the chilly night wind, Damien’s gaze was sharp and cold. “Evelyn, fancy seeing you again.” There was fury burning in his eyes, pure resentment. In his head, if it weren’t for Evelyn, he wouldn't have ended up in Oliver West's interrogation room. What he suffered in there? Enough fuel to keep a grudge going for life. Evelyn caught the hatred in his stare and just smirked. “Been a while. Looks like you've lost some weight, Damien. Guess prison food didn’t agree with you.” She didn’t even try to sugarcoat it—threw it right in his face that he got caught. Damien’s expression turned ugly in an instant. He moved forward like he was about to snap, but a guy behind him grabbed his arm. “Boss, we gotta move. Now.” Yeah