The cold rain outside reflected Yvonne's tone. Mark listened to her talk quietly. He held the rosary in his hand, lazily fidgeting with it.

Yvonne finished talking, but before Mark could reply, there was a loud commotion outside the door. Then the door was kicked down with a loud bang.

Curtis didn't care about the bodyguards stopping him. He stormed into the room. "Ms. …" The next second, a dagger flew across him, past his neck, and directly into the frame of the door.

Curtis jumped and stood there in a daze.

Gwen frantically went forward and apologized without daring to look Mark in the eye. "Mark, I'm sorry, my men lack education. I will surely teach them properly."

Yvonne also pleaded. "Mark, Curtis is my bodyguard. He was only worried for my safety. Don't …"

"Oh, your bodyguard?" Mark looked at Curtis with a raised eyebrow. "How bold of him."

Curtis gulped. Facing such a terrifying force, the courage that he'd mustered out of desperation was all gone.

"It's pointless to ha