Chuck followed the man in black to the Porsche Cayenne. The door opened, and the man shoved Chuck into the back seat.

"Mr. Jensen, you're finally willing to see me?" Mark said coldly.

Chuck gulped. "I always wanted to see you. Claude and Leonard had been keeping me locked—"

He was halfway through when Mark grabbed him by the neck with one hand.

Mark towered over him, glaring. "The thing I hate the most is betrayal. Chuck Jensen, are you testing my limits?"

"Mark, let me explain." Chuck pretended to stay calm.

"I was forced to work with Claude and Leonard. In fact, I was trying to find a way to get out of their control.

"I initially thought that this would be a great chance, but I messed it up. I can only come up with another way. Mark, trust me. I really want to work with you."

Mark sneered. "Do you take me for a three-year-old?"

"No. I'm serious."

Chuck said boldly, "The two of them still trust me. Why don't you let me stay? Then, you can see if I really want to work wi