"Don't worry, Mr. Evans. I will take good care of her," Thomas said with a smile.

When Mark heard this, he almost lost his cool.

Stuck between these two masculine energies, Cecilia felt like crying.

At last she said, "Please excuse us." She grabbed Thomas by the wrist and left with him.

Mark was left alone with a glass of champagne. He watched with deep eyes as the two of them walked away.