Vincent entered the living room and his gaze locked onto Diego's smirking face. Diego's eyes sparkled with amusement, his grin stretching wide. "Oh, boy! Did I disturb your private time?" he teased, stressing on his last two words. His voice dripping with sarcasm.
Vincent shrugged, his expression nonchalant, and settled onto the opposite couch. His voice was deadpan, devoid of emotion, as he asked, "What is it?"
Diego's grin faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "We have him," Diego said, his voice brief and to the point. Vincent's gaze remained fixed on him, his eyes narrowing slightly as he waited for more information but hearing non coming forth from Diego, he decided to ask again.
"Who hired him?" Vincent asked, his tone firm and commanding.
Diego shrugged, his expression nonchalant. "He said it's some billionaire... Uhmm... Owen Verdan. That's what he called him."
