Chapter 369

Damon's expression darkened as he immediately stood up, instructing coldly, "Keep watching them and have the driver bring the car downstairs."

He had an ominous feeling, and his instincts were usually spot-on.

…

At the restaurant, Nyla was direct. "Mr. Davey, you said you'd only hand over the evidence if we met in person. Can you give it to me now?"

Ryan nodded. "Of course."

He pulled a file from his bag and handed it to Nyla, his expression solemn. "Ms. Jayston, I hope you can use this evidence wisely and secure justice for my father."

If Nyla hadn't suspected that Ryan had ulterior motives, she might have been deceived. He was playing the role of a helpless man seeking justice for his father perfectly—his eyes red and full of frustration.

"Alright. If the evidence is useful, I will give it to my lawyer as soon as possible," Nyla replied.

As she flipped through the file, her face turned pale, and her hands trembled.

"Are you sure this evidence is real?" she asked.

"I swear o