Zevian sighed and shook his head; Damien had always been very blunt about his work. Sensing Evelyn was almost paling, he quickly intervened, "Stop joking around, Damien."
Damien blinked in confusion but caught Zevian's eye and faked a laugh, "Hahaha, I caught you there." He glanced at his assistant, who swiftly understood the signal and rushed to tell the team to pause for a while.
"Nicholas got bailed the day after our wedding. He was planning to flee the city, so they chased him down and locked him here since he's our major suspect," Zevian explained to Evelyn. She nodded, trying to compose herself.
But a nagging doubt remained. Why did she feel like Damien wasn't joking earlier? Whatever the case, she decided not to dwell on it. This family was called devils for a reason, and she just hoped Damien could help them.
"Get the stuff," Zevian ordered, keen to shift focus away from the tense moment and any embarrassing stories Damien might spill.
