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."