Chapter 5 Mr. Mark Would Kill You

Mark's men assumed Mark would kill this woman. After all, Mr. Mark, the king of hell, was known for his bad temper and lack of patience. He would rather investigate the matter by himself than waste another second with this woman.

However, to their utter shock, he didn't

"Take her out,"

he ordered. "Okay," they agreed, but a dumbfounded look persisted on their faces.

Jessie's heart began to thud against her chest. Where were they taking her now?

When one of his men came forward, she lashed out at him. "Hey, where are you taking me? Who the hell do you think you are? Don't you know that I'm the daughter-in-law of the Lan family? If you dare to lay a finger on me, I'm afraid Mr. Mark would kill you!"

As the men were startled by this revelation, their gaze kept flitting between Mark and Jessie. They didn't know what to do.

'Did I hear it right? Is she Mr. Mark's wife?

It can't be true!' Similar thoughts went through Mark's subordinates' minds.

They furtively glanced at each other.

"She is Mr. Mark's wife. Should we take her out or not?" one of them asked.

"We should follow Mr. Mark's order. Otherwise, we will be in big trouble," the second one replied.

The third one said, "Look! They are a couple now. What if they make peace later? I am pretty sure our jobs will be at stake then. If we hurt her, we will be responsible for it." They were all confused and didn't know what to do.

They nearly burst into tears. If wasn't fair to drag them into such personal matters! At this moment, all of them were angry at Mark for putting them in this position.

Mark was stunned for half a second. He was aware his father had intended to get him married to the daughter of the Lin Group. He didn't pay much attention to it. He had also heard from Nelson that both the daughters of Darren were clever and considerate. It didn't matter to him. For him, women were like puppets, having no thoughts or opinions of their own.

So to him, it didn't matter who he would marry. What he knew was, she wouldn't live a happy life after the marriage.

Now, when he heard the woman in front of him refer to herself as his wife, he was indeed shocked.

He couldn't believe her audacity!

Squinting his eyes, he looked at her. 'Jessie, I will remember you!' he thought to himself.

Jessie, on the other hand, felt a bit complacent seeing no one had dared to say anything. Even though she didn't know who this so called son of the Lan family was, she realized he was a useful man. She had managed to scare others using his name!

In the end, they took her away.

But the men was told by Mr. Mark to take Jessie to the villa. They let out a sigh of relief, glad they hadn't done anything wrong to her. They normally kept their prisoners in a cellar, wet with cold wind blowing. That place was horrible. If they had made the mistake of keeping Mrs. Jessie there, she would have died.

Jessie gazed at her luxurious room, but felt no happiness.

'What's wrong with them? Why did they keep me here?

Am I pet? A canary?

A prisoner shouldn't be kept here. Was he insane?' Several questions went through her mind.

Jessie was bored out of her wits. Suddenly, an idea popped into her mind. She began to look around the villa.

Letting out a smile, she was ready to execute her plan.

Max sat on his chair, an indifferent and ice-cold look taking over his face. He was deep in thought.

"Mr. Mark, Mrs. Jessie...." As soon as he heard the word Mrs. Jessie, Mark glanced coldly at the man who spoke. Realizing his mistake, the man changed his words. "I meant, Miss Jessie. Are we going to imprison her all the time if she refuses to hand it over?"

It wasn't about imprisoning her or not that bothered them. They were willing to do anything, as long as it made Mr. Mark happy. But now, they wanted to know what he felt about just, just so they could know how to treat her!

Since she might be Mr. Mark's wife, they were going to be extremely careful.

All of a sudden, a subordinate burst into the room and reported, "Mr. Mark, Mrs. Jessie's room exploded!"

"What? How did this happen?"

"Well.... Mr. Mark, you'd better go and check it yourself."

With a frown, Mark stood up and walked towards his villa.

After a careful observation, Jessie had figured out this place was huge. Something about its size made it seem scary to her.

She wasn't aware anyone could own such a large area of land in the prime location of X City!

If someone wanted to build some buildings on this land, it would probably provide houses for hundreds of thousands of people.

Although the villa was very huge, it was well protected. Every nook and cranny was guarded. She noticed there were countless monitors and infrared devices here. At first, she felt a bit dubious, not understanding why that handsome man had allowed her to walk around so freely. But seeing the tight security system, she understood why.

It was so well protected that even a mosquito couldn't escape from here. She was doomed!

If this was how things were going to happen, she was determined to try something interesting to kill time.

When Mark arrived at the gate of the villa, he heard a sound that was akin to gunshots. Outside the door, bodyguards were standing in a line, no one daring to go in.

Mark eyed them angrily and questioned, "Why are you standing here? What happened?"

One of his men reported, "Sir, Mrs. Jessie is inside... She is playing."

"Playing?" he asked in an exasperated voice.

Mark glared at them angrily. Nick, who was standing next to him, shivered with fear and wondered, 'What is going on? Why is Mr. Mark looking at me like that? It's not like this is my fault! I can't possibility stop Mrs. Jessie from playing.'

He felt wronged.

Mark snorted and pushed the door open. As the door opened, Jessie slipped. The glass of orange juice she was carrying clashed on the floor with a thud. Within seconds, there were explosions after explosions.

It was as loud as a US gunfight blockbuster.

Hearing the sound of the explosion, Jessie held her head and cried.

'Damn it! I just wanted to frighten those bodyguards a little. I didn't know things would get so out of control,' she thought worriedly.

'This is a real bummer!'

After a few minutes, the noise subsided. Mark looked around, his eyes inspecting the pieces of balloons spread all over the ground. Mark's face turned black with rage.

Gritting his teeth, he roared at her, "Jessie Lin!"

With great difficulty, she stood up and looked around at the mess she had created. No one would be happy to see their beautiful house in this condition.

She smiled sheepishly, shrugged her shoulders and said apologetically, "Sorry, I had no idea it would turn out like this."

'No idea?' He thought this was a deliberate act from her part.

Seeing that Mark hadn't replied yet, Jessie looked at him and said, "I just wanted to have some fun. That's the type of girl I am. I am always looking forward to keep myself active. I tend to get bored easily. Besides, I'm particularly interested in chemistry. Look at this! When you drip juice on a balloon, it would explode. Isn't it kind of amazing? I still have a couple of experiments to do. They always give interesting outcomes."

Jessie's voice was cheerful and her face was brimming with excitement. However, her words seemed to contain an implication. Mark thought she was indirectly asking him to release her as soon as possible. Otherwise, she would create much more trouble for him.

But she was wrong! After all, he was Mark!

He wasn't someone who would ever give up. Her little tricks meant nothing to him.

Mark didn't give a damn about her innocent threats. His dark eyes bore into hers for a few seconds. He didn't admonish her for her stupidity. Instead, he simply asked her to clean up the room and left.