Peter couldn’t help but worry. “Will Cathy…”

“She wouldn’t dare.”

Mark’s actions had nearly pushed Cathy to the breaking point. As long as she wasn’t utterly reckless, she wouldn’t dare utter a word.

Peter nodded, waiting in quiet vigilance.

At nine o’clock in the evening, the phone rang again. It was the same voice. “Mr. Evans, your former flame, Cathy Wilson, is in our custody… Huh, you seem to be quite fortunate in love.

The women around you are all remarkably beautiful.”

Mark responded with a composed tone, “Don’t harm her.”

The man chuckled and brushed against Cathy, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he remarked, “If you wish to spare your first love from harm, you’ll have to pay a price.

Otherwise, who knows if she’ll meet the same fate as Paul’s wife.”

In a low voice, Mark inquired, “Where are you? How do we proceed with the exchange?”

After concluding the call, the man crudely fondled Cathy multiple times.

Casting a disdainful gaze at Cecilia, he jeered, “It seems that Mark favors this woman more.”

Cecilia stood stunned.

She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t shake off the feeling that Mark had actually come here… for her.

Late at night, Mark arrived.

The driver parked the car outside, while the bodyguards and Peter remained in place. With the chip in hand, Mark entered the warehouse. The atmosphere choked him, the air thick with dust.

Mark scanned his surroundings.

His Cecilia was bound to a chair, tears welling in her eyes. She looked at him with unwavering trust.

Oh, naive girl.

Even at this moment, she still believed in him.

Mark’s heart ached in a way he had never experienced before. Yet, he didn’t focus on Cecilia; his concern was fixed on Cathy…

The strong man approached, brandishing a knife.

Six more individuals surrounded Mark, their eyes fierce like tigers.

Clad in black, Mark stood there, his presence both gentle and handsome, standing out amidst the hostile environment.

“Mr. Evans, what a romantic man you are!” the strong man mocked.

Gripping Cathy’s hair, he flung her forward, sneering. “Let’s get this over with.”

Mark held a chip in his hand.

‘Speaking softly, he said, “All the information about the project.”

The man was skeptical. Mark threw the chip to him and added, “You can inspect it first.”

Instinctively, the man caught it.

However, it wasn’t a chip at all; it was a small detonator. The moment he touched it, it exploded. Both the strong man and Cathy were blown back.

Everyone stood in shock.

Mark’s cruelty left them astounded.

Cathy lay in a pool of blood, her hand severely injured. She gazed at Mark with sorrow, unable to believe he would do this to her.

Without hesitation, he had risked her life for the sake of his beloved woman.

Almost instantly, the bodyguards rushed in, accompanied by some policemen.

Mark maintained a composed gaze on Cecilia.

And Cecilia reciprocated the look.

In her heart, she believed Mark would come over, embrace her, and untie the ropes that bound her. Yet, instead, he walked to Cathy, knelt down, and cradled her in his arms. With tenderness, he uttered, “Cathy, I’ll take you to the hospital immediately.”

Cathy was on the verge of losing consciousness due to the pain, but she clung to her last breath.

Her gaze locked onto the man before her and she murmured, “Mark, you are so merciless.”

Drawing near to Cathy’s ear, Mark whispered, “You shouldn’t have harmed her.”

Cathy closed her eyes ever so slightly.

Defeated in love by the innocent Cecilia and outmaneuvered by Mark, Cathy realized he had long embedded his people within the company, far surpassing Paul in strategy.

Resignation etched on her face, she asked, “Why didn’t you take the project at the beginning? Why giving it to Paul?”

Back then…

Mark’s eyes lowered, bitterness consuming him as he recalled how he had yearned to offer a haven to the young girl.

Yet his actions indirectly led to the demise of Paul and his wife.

One of Cathy’s hands lay broken, but it wasn’t enough. Mark had to personally witness the project’s success and personally integrate it into the aerospace industry… Only that would make Paul and his wife’s death meaningful.

Emerging from the warehouse, Mark carried Cathy in his arms.

Following behind, Cecilia’s tender voice called out, “Uncle Mark…”

Mark halted his stride, contemplating the next course of action.

After a while, he instructed Peter, “Locate a suitable hotel and get her settled in.”

Peter unfastened the rope on his own, ensuring Cecilia was unharmed. Witnessing her unscathed state, he felt a lump in his throat and comforted her, “Thank heavens you’re alright.”

However, Cecilia remained fixated on the spot where Mark had departed, utterly stunned.

filled her

a coat over him and said in hushed tones, “Miss Wilson’s right hand is

cigarette and contemplated

murmured, “She can still

his intimate partner. This way, anyone attempting to harm those he valued would have to go through her first. She would serve as a shield for him and

do

Peter remained silent.

always know me, don’t you? What’s the word on the street about me? They all call me a devil, a ruthless and

a cruel man had his

about to confront his

several robust and responsible

Cecilia couldn’t hold back her tears

known Mark, tears were a rarity. Even during her breakup with Harold, she didn’t really go

infatuation with Harold constituted love. However, experiencing the bittersweet love with

had lost her appetite and

suppress the urge to vomit, especially when she caught the scent of greasy food. Hastily, she rushed to the bathroom and threw up everything she had just eaten.

her belly,

month ago, where passion had overtaken them and they had neglected the use

Could she be pregnant?

lifted her head and saw her

possibility of pregnancy, she decided she would

Mark’s child. If she was indeed pregnant, she intended to ask

he want

polite warning, “Miss Fowler, Mr. Garcia has instructed that you are not allowed to

lips quivering, Cecilia explained, “I’m feeling unwell. I need

bodyguards found themselves

go downstairs but assigned two guards to

pregnancy test

then, just as she suspected, two

at the result, her expression a mix of

She was pregnant.

was pregnant

by faint footsteps. She knew Mark was

belly, she stepped out

last saw each other, she felt as though they

wanting to tell

But Mark spoke first.

onto the sofa, his slender fingers gently tracing the armrest. It seemed like he struggled to find the right words before finally saying, “You’ve seen

wanted to declare that she wasn’t afraid of

and inquired, “What can you do for me if you stay? Can you bleed for me like

“Do

admire her,” Mark

trousers, he calmly stated, “I disabled her right hand. And I’m the one responsible

he was urging

continued to tremble as she failed to grasp his

then said with a cruel smile slowly forming, “It appears you don’t quite get it. Look, I admire women like her. Cecilia, you are undeniably charming but you can only be an amusement for me, a distraction. I’m destined

harsh voice, he declared,

words, Cecilia

She thought she understood.

let go of what he already Possessed. He valued fame and power

the right one

refrained from asking that question.

made that clear to her. How could she hold him

last silhouettes, she refrained from

him gently, “Then I wish Mr.

her, she averted her eyes and quivered her lips, “Please go now. Otherwise,

better of it. It wasn’t until he

love that

apologized for the failure of their

the right man, while someone like him deserved to be consumed by the power struggle.

Mark departed.

door creaked open and closed

collapsed onto the soft carpet, her face

to Duefron, she didn’t

went to their apartment on Gamous Road and survived on the food in

could only toss all the ingredients into boiling

dreams where her ‘Uncle Mark’ had returned. In her dreams, he would gently carry her to bed

her cheeks were

he never

woke up from a nightmare and found her belly had started

finding out about the child kept her from

Mark’s child. She hid

grew plainer by

to support herself with low-paying part-time jobs, she even taught herself to cook simple

of a cup of milk shake she used

glimpses of Mark in

and vigorous as ever. His expensive attire stood in sharp contrast to her

together seemed more and more like vivid

Cecilia, Mark had developed a bad habit. He often checked his phone but her messages were nowhere to be found, even on

visited the Fowler family several times during holidays

around about her whereabouts and was told that she had

would serve late night snacks to Mark whenever he was home. He didn’t particularly enjoy it but he ate it all, as if he was doing it

former self, the Mr.

a sense

spending time with Charlie and Flora

they had fun together, they

last long.

would echo

conversations about Cecilia would culminate with his

the only one to taste the

time passed, Flora was about to get married

up to show

her fiance, Flora walked and conversed with Mark casually. However,

Flora was about to inquire but her attention was caught by a familiar figure

and looked like someone she

quickly stopped Mark and asked, “Mr. Evans, look,

the mention of this long-lost name, Mark was taken

resemblance to Cecilia. However, she was dressed plainly and appeared to be six months pregnant.

the woman was carrying a

her rush to the second floor, Mark inquired of Peter,

softly, “The elevator is for guests. The staff usually

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