As Mark hung up the phone, he heard the door unlock.

Soon, the lights in the villa turned on.

Chuck stood in the foyer. He immediately spotted Mark sitting in the living room, flanked by a row of people dressed in black.

Chuck hesitated briefly, then put on a smile and approached them.

"Why didn't you let me know that you were coming to Northena? I should have gone to pick you up."

Mark wore a stern expression as he tossed a bag of medicine onto the coffee table. "These were utterly useless, yet you had the nerve to give them to me, Mr. Jensen?"

Chuck glanced at the scattered bottles and jars with a slight frown.

"Were they ineffective? These are the best calming medications from Well Spring Pharma."

Mark sneered. "If this is the best it has, then Well Spring Pharma is truly overrated."

Hearing this, Chuck subtly furrowed his brow and picked up the medicine bottles.

During their meeting on the cruise, Mark had mentioned that he had been sleeping poorly.

He could hardly s