Chuck followed the man in black to the Porsche Cayenne. The door opened, and the man shoved Chuck into the back seat.

"Mr. Jensen, you're finally willing to see me?" Mark said coldly.

Chuck gulped. "I always wanted to see you. Claude and Leonard had been keeping me locked—"

He was halfway through when Mark grabbed him by the neck with one hand.

Mark towered over him, glaring. "The thing I hate the most is betrayal. Chuck Jensen, are you testing my limits?"

"Mark, let me explain." Chuck pr