The two men led Otto to a private room.

When the men left, Otto pushed through the door and entered. Before he could scan his surroundings, Calbert grabbed Otto in a headlock.

"Bastard! You haven't been answering calls or replying to my messages. How dare you?"

"I've been busy recently," Otto explained. He looked up to see Yvonne and Stephen sitting by the table. He was a little surprised. "Why are all of you here?"

"You weren't answering my calls either."

Yvonne leaned back with her arms crossed in front of her chest. Even though her posture seemed lazy, she still carried herself with an authoritative air.

She raised an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you're thinking of going up against Mark alone?"

"I can still deal with it right now, so—"

Before he could finish, Calbert knocked him on the head and said angrily, "So, if we hadn't looked for you, you would've probably died in Mark's hands before you even thought of us."

"Mark can't touch me." Otto said calmly, "Although Great-Grandm