Chapter 308

"Damien?" Evelyn said casually, lips curling faintly. The only one Nathaniel would call at a time like this had to be the guy backing him—Damien. Glancing at Nathaniel, who was being dragged out like a sack of potatoes, Evelyn's smirk deepened. She could already imagine how pissed Damien must be, probably wanting to show up in person just to curse out his dumbass partner. Judging by his disguise, he clearly didn't want anyone to notice him here. And then Nathaniel, like the genius he was, exposed everything with just one phone call. Seriously, how low could this guy's IQ drop? Evelyn couldn't help thinking this version of Nathaniel was really underperforming this time around. On the other end, there was a sudden shuffle when Damien heard Evelyn's voice. Then came his steady, deep voice: "Evelyn?" That faint British accent gave him away. "Speaking," Evelyn replied, tone light, almost amused. So, communication wouldn't be a problem. She lifted her gaze just in time to meet Vincent's eyes