Mark remained silent for a while, simply staring Chuck down.

Suddenly, he chuckled and placed his hand casually on Chuck's shoulder. "I was just asking out of curiosity. Since I entrusted Gwen to you, it's up to you how you want to deal with her."

He leaned closer, lowering his voice. "Mr. Jensen, you can do whatever you want. But be careful not to let your hands get stained with blood."

Chuck froze, looking at Mark in disbelief.

Mark patted Chuck's shoulder nonchalantly once more and then signaled to the people in black before leaving the villa.

After they left, the villa felt much emptier.

A sudden gust of wind blew, making Chuck shiver. Goosebumps rose on his skin. It was then that he realized his back was covered in a cold sweat.

Although it was already summer in Northerna City, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was trapped in an ice cellar.

He slowly came back to his senses. He realized that Mark knew everything, but he had no intention of interfering.

After all, to