Lost Me Gained Regret

The assistant hurriedly said, "Yes, I'll convey your message to them right away."

When the car stopped at the Sky Isle Mansion, the mansion's owner was quite flamboyant, keeping even the front door wide open.

However, several men in black were patrolling the yard.

Mark's fury could no longer be contained, nor did it need to be.

"Mr. M!"

Seeing Mark get out of the car, the men in black greeted him respectfully.

Kane was lounging on the couch, legs crossed on the coffee table, body still shaking slightly, when he saw Mark stride in!

Before he could sit up straight, a fist smashed hard into his temple!

It was a punch meant to be lethal.

Kane, not one to take things lying down, was about to retaliate, but he hesitated, merely holding his forehead and glaring at Mark, cursing, "Are you insane??"

"Me, insane?"

Mark pressed the barrel of a gun against his forehead, his gaze venomous, and growled, "I think you're the one with a death wish! Who gave you permission to shoot at her?! I said, don't touch her!!"Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

His words were filled with rage, as if his deepest anger had been provoked!

He wished he could strangle Kane right there and then.

Kane knew Mark cared for Jane, but he hadn't expected him to go this mad for her.

Having seen what Mark was capable of, Kane didn't doubt that Mark could shoot him dead. Kane's teeth chattered as he explained, "You were there, you know it wasn't intentional. She was rushing at me like mad, and my men probably panicked and fired the shot."

"Bang-"

As soon as Kane finished speaking, a silencer-muted gunshot sounded!

He shuddered, taking a moment to realize the bullet hadn't hit him but a photo frame in the living room.

The frame, showcasing a little girl's picture, was hit right between the eyes and fell to the ground.

Mark's lips curled into a smile,

though his eyes remained cold. He

tapped Kane's face with the gun, "Dare to target her again, and next time, it won't be a photo I'm shooting at."

"You..." Kane let out a long sigh of relief, a mix of wariness and a forced

smile on his face, "I suddenly don't

know whether meeting you in Country Y was a blessing ora

curse."

Mark scoffed, "All you need to know is that without me, you'd still be begging on the streets of Country Y, a wanted fugitive with no power or men under your command."

"Josiah, don't bite the hand that feeds you."

"Wouldn't dare."

Kane rubbed his sore temple, tossing a cigar to Mark, his gaze falling on Mark's arm. "Looking like that, Ms. Webster didn't take good care of you? She's rather

cold-hearted..."

"Is it your place to comment on her?" Mark, displeased, clenched the cigar between his teeth, waiting for Kane to light it before he spoke coldly, "Where's the antidote?"

"What antidote?" Mark frowned.

"Don't play dumb with me."

Realizing what Mark meant, Kane quickly responded, "We had an agreement, the Myers family matter, I'd handle..."

"We also agreed not to harm her in the slightest."

Mark interrupted darkly, toying with the black handgun, "One breach of contract each, that's not too much, right? Or do you prefer I treat you with your own medicine?"

"...Fine!"

Kane, knowing he was being threatened, could only grit his teeth and comply, ordering his men to fetch a black glass vial from upstairs. Mark reached out, and the vial was handed to him.

Kane squinted, his eyes revealing his cunning, "Mr. Larson, are you planning to use this antidote to curry favor with Ms. Webster?" Mark took a puff of his cigar. "What do you think?"

"It can't be that simple, can it?"