The moment the car stopped at the mansion and Cory got out of the car, a figure appeared out of nowhere.

Out of reflex, Cory grabbed the person's wrist and pinned them to the car. His eyes gleamed murderously.

"It's me … Mr. Sloan." Jane looked frail. Even her tone was feeble. The pain in her wrist caused her to pale a little more.

Cory furrowed his brows and asked coldly, "What do you want?"

"I-I've been trying to thank you in person, but Benji said you wouldn't see me."

Jane furrowed her