Chapter 84

MARK'S POV:

I paced around my room, my footsteps echoing against the wooden floorboards. The walls felt like they were closing in, the weight of my thoughts pressing down on me. I had been racking my brain for hours, trying to figure out my next move, but inspiration eluded me. It was as if my mind had become a barren wasteland, devoid of any fruitful ideas. Frustration gnawed at me, and I rubbed my temples, trying to force a breakthrough.

Then, like a sudden flash of lightning, an idea struck. My eyes widened with a glimmer of hope as I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. My fingers trembled slightly as I swiped through my contacts until I found the number I was looking for. I hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and dialed.

"Hello," came the thick, familiar voice of Mr. Clinton from the other end.

My heart skipped a beat at the sound of Mr. Clinton's voice. I took a deep breath before replying, "Mr. Clinton, is Mark… how have you been?" Despite the inner turmo