Just as Otto had guessed, Mark didn't cause Agatha any trouble.

At that moment, he brought a doggy bag of breakfast food to Agatha. "I don't know what you like to eat, so just eat whatever we have downstairs."

He placed the food on the table.

The next second, Agatha flipped the table, sending food falling everywhere.

"Who the hell are you?" Agatha was so furious, she trembled. "How much ransom are you asking for by kidnapping me? Let me tell you, the people I hate the most in this world are kidnappers!

"I'm really old. I would rather die than let you terrible kidnappers get away with the money!"

Agatha spat on Mark.

"You!" Mark was furious, but he gritted his teeth and took it.

He bent down and picked up a piece of bread.

Agatha looked at him as he picked up the bread. Somehow, she got even more furious. She stabbed her walking cane into another piece of bread. "Why the hell are you picking this up? I won't eat any of it!"

Mark grabbed her walking cane and looked up at her co