That evening

Mark groaned in pains. He was on his bed and his leg was bandaged.

"That bastard" He seethed angrily.

Jonas was in the corner of the room, a distressed look on his face as he stared at his boss.

"What about her? That Mireille Mathieu?" Mark asked.

"I already sent her a mail but there is no response from her yet. I am hoping for a good response, boss"

"I am going to use her to bring James to his knees and then I will get rid of both James and ...