At night, Mark walked over to the window wall with a glass of red wine in his hand. He was holding his phone by his ear with the other hand.

There was no emotion on his face at all.

The phone rang for some time before it was answered. A lazy voice rang out, "Hello."

"How's it going on your side?" Mark asked directly.

"I should be the one asking you. You've vanished for a long time since the last time we met. Are you calling me because you need help?"

Jane snickered and continued, "Yvonne's been doing well for herself recently, yet you've done nothing. Mark, can you do it or not?"

When Yvonne and her jewelry exhibition had been trending on the internet, Jane had been so furious that she'd lost a few nights of sleep.

At that moment, Mark's call infuriated her once more. Hence, she sounded hostile.

Mark did not mind one bit. He merely snickered. "She won't last for long."

Jane raised an eyebrow with interest. "You're that confident? Do you really have an idea of how to deal with