When a few men in black barged through the door, Stephen was sitting on the couch, casually looking at Mark approaching him.

Mark sneered. "Were you waiting for me?"

"You can say that."

Stephen leaned back and pointed at the armchair next to him. "Have a seat."

"No need. I'll say what I need to say and leave."

Mark walked closer and looked at Stephen with disdain. "Do you know what you are doing?"

"I do." Stephen said calmly, "Are you here to tell me to stop?"

Mark's gaze darkened. He smirked. "I wanted to, but judging by your attitude right now, I guess you probably won't listen."

While saying that, Mark placed his foot on the coffee table and leaned in toward Stephen with an overbearing air.

"Since you won't listen to my advice, I won't waste my breath." Mark's gaze sharpened with a hint of mischief.

"I'm going to see how Anderson Group goes down with Yvonne and how you answer to the shareholders or that old man of yours at home."

Stephen merely snickered. "Great. I'm a