Inside the car, the atmosphere was heavy and silence prevailed.

Unseen, they engaged in a subtle competition of wills.

When the car halted at the technology center, Mark’s phone rang.

The number displayed was unfamiliar, and the voice on the other end had been disguised.

“Hello, Mr.

Evans.

Mark’s grip on the phone tightened, turning his hand pale, yet his expression remained impassive as he responded with a smile, “What can I do for you?”

The caller chuckled.

Subsequently, the caller hung up but not before sending Mark a heart-wrenching photo.

It depicted Cecilia bound to a chair, her mouth taped shut, and beneath her feet was the Evans’ family driver.

place that

Mark’s phone

“Mr.

the tragic fate of Paul and his beautiful wife? Such a

cherish his wife led to their

the phone tightened, his emotions held

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he retorted, “You believe that kidnapping a girl would force me to reveal information? That’s a

Impossible.

those words, Mark

tall and robust man,

Cecilia.

Cecilia

man couldn’t fathom how Mark appeared

the man’s mind, a man of such high stature demonstrating ruthless

doubted Mark could really be indifferent, and even harbored thoughts of harming

of your mind? She belongs to the Fowler

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