The caller chuckled.

Subsequently, the caller hung up but not before sending Mark a heart-wrenching photo.

It depicted Cecilia bound to a chair, her mouth taped shut, and beneath her feet was the Evans’ family driver. They were situated in some place that looked like an abandoned warehouse.

Soon after, Mark's phone rang again.

"Mr. Evans, have you forgotten the tragic fate of Paul and his beautiful wife? Such a pity!

Paul's stubbornness and failure to cherish his wife led to their demise."

Mark's grip on the phone tightened, his emotions held in check.

In a cold tone, he retorted, "You believe that kidnapping a girl would force me to reveal information? That's a fool's notion. Impossible."

With those words, Mark decisively ended the call.

On the other end of the line stood a tall and robust man, left in shock as he glanced at

Cecilia.

According to Cathy, Cecilia was Mark's cherished lover. The man couldn't fathom how Mark appeared indifferent to whether Cecilia lived or died.

In the man's mind, a man of such high stature demonstrating ruthless indifference wasn't some big news.

Still, he doubted Mark could really be indifferent, and even harbored thoughts of harming Cecilia.

However, another individual intervened, cautioning, "Are you out of your mind? She belongs to the Fowler family.”

Gritting his teeth, the man caught a chicken from outside, decapitated it, and placed the head in a plastic bag.

"Send this to Mark."

Meanwhile, another subordinate took the phone and whispered, "There's an order from higher-ups. We are to kidnap Cathy Wilson, who happens to be Mark's first love. This will surely compel Mark to surrender the information.”

Cathy?

The tall, strong man was taken aback.

“Isn't she one of us own?"

The subordinate scratched his head and replied, "It's an order from higher-ups.”