Before Stephen could press the doorbell, someone opened the gates. He said politely, "Mr. Anderson, welcome."

It seemed like Mark had already known that he would come.

Stephen followed the man into the mansion. Julian, on the other hand, had been held back outside the gates.

He looked at Stephen worriedly. Then, he spoke into his wireless earpiece: "Everyone, stay on your guard."

On the top-floor terrace, Mark was swirling a shot of alcohol in his hand while leaning against the railings. He