Kendrick got out of the SUV, took off his sunglasses, and looked at Mark. Curious, he asked, "What was in the box you sent out? Is it something important?"

"Yes." Mark looked indifferent.

"It's a matter of someone's life."

Kendrick laughed dryly. "Interesting."

"You're finally willing to show up," commented Mark. He turned and walked toward the villa.

"Come on in for tea. Let's chat."

"Sure," replied Kendrick. He hooked his sunglasses on his clothes' neckline and followed Mark into the villa.

The villa embodied Mark's personal style. It was mainly white with black accents and was extremely clean. It looked like it lacked personality.

Kendrick was a man of unrefined tastes. He didn't appreciate the villa's design. Upon entering the villa, he found it rather unwelcoming.

Mark sat himself down in the living room. He invited Kendrick to take a seat. "You could let me know in advance before coming over next time."

"I don't like making plans, and I believe that one should just