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.

His retreating figure filled her with disappointment.

At dawn, Mark stood by the window. Peter draped a coat over him and said in hushed tones, "Miss Wilson's right hand is disabled. She'll have to train her left hand for the future. How should we handle this?”

Mark lit a cigarette and contemplated the matter.

After a while, he murmured, "She can still be of use.”

He intended to publicly declare Cathy as 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 those he sought to protect.

And she could do nothing about it!

Peter remained silent.

Mark turned around, inquiring with a bitter smile, "Why are you afraid? You always know me, don't you? What's the word on the street about me? They all call me a devil, a ruthless and merciless ruler!”