That night, the plane Cory and Jane were on landed safely.

They walked one after the other, with a few bodyguards trailing behind them, escorting them out of the airport.

Jane was the first one to notice Mark, who was waiting by the side of the road. Cory was about to get into the car when Jane pulled him back. "Cory, I saw an old friend."

Cory followed her line of sight and saw Mark smiling at them, but his gaze remained frosty.

Mark had been missing for such a long time, so his appearance there was clearly not a coincidence.

Cory's heart sank. He turned to look at Jane. "Was he the one who told you to bring me here?"

"Cory." Jane held his arm with both hands. She had a demure expression.

"I was afraid you would say no to me, so I didn't tell you before. I met Mark a long time ago. He's the one who told me about Yvonne's identity."

At that moment, Cory furrowed his brows even more. No wonder. No matter how much he'd investigated, he hadn't been able to find out who Jane had c