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 looked

Mark’s

“Mr.

the tragic fate of Paul and his

failure to cherish his wife

the phone tightened, his emotions held

&

“You believe that kidnapping a girl would force

Impossible.

words, Mark decisively ended the

of the line stood a tall and robust man, left in shock

Cecilia.

Cecilia was Mark’s cherished

fathom how Mark appeared indifferent

the man’s mind, a man of such high stature demonstrating ruthless indifference wasn’t

he doubted Mark could really be indifferent, and even harbored

out of your mind? She belongs to the

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