Just as Chuck struggled to his feet, his phone rang with a notification.

He leaned against a pillar to stand up. When he took out his phone, he found that the screen was cracked, but it still worked.

It was a message from Jane. "Grandpa told me that you successfully delivered the drowsy incense to Mark. Well done. I'm giving you credit."

Chuck chuckled wryly after reading the message. However, a sharp breath caught in his throat as he winced at his bruised lip.

Recalling the beating he had endured, he realized it was all thanks to Jane.

If it hadn't been for her, he wouldn't have ended up in this unfortunate situation.

Chuck ground his teeth in frustration. He didn't bother replying to the message, and he put the phone back in his pocket.

He vowed to settle the score with Jane one day.

…

Meanwhile, on the other side, Jane grew increasingly irritated by Chuck's lack of response.

"Doesn't Chuck have any manners? I praised him, yet he didn't even bother to thank me. He used t