"I-I'm just …"

Jane realized she had crossed the line. She frantically pretended that she was aggrieved. "Cory, you don't know that Yvonne and I—"

"I have no interest in your grudges," Cory interrupted her coldly. "Go back to your room and stay away from me."

Ever since the other night, Cory had his men keep Jane locked in her room. Aside from giving her three meals a day, no one was allowed to talk to her or go near her without his permission.

Jane overheard Cory's men talking when the household staff was serving her meals. That was how she had found out about Mark setting the factory on fire.

When she saw Cory trying to force her back to her room, she said rather resentfully, "Cory, how much longer are you planning to keep me locked up? All because of the incident that night?"

"Shut up!" Cory seemed triggered. He raised his voice.

His subordinates standing guard by the door perked their ears up. Everyone was curious about what happened the other night that had infuriated Cor