Jane subconsciously asked, "You want me to help you?"

"It's just as you said. I have nothing at the moment, so I need help. You're the perfect person to do it."

Mark's gaze was calm, yet chilly. "You and I have the same goal. My hatred toward Yvonne isn't any less than yours."

Even at that moment, the incident that had happened at the abandoned factory was still fresh in his mind.

Yvonne had taken everything away from him and crushed his dignity. That cruel truth had been like a dagger stab