Chapter 125

Marcus emerged from his room, his expression irritated. "They're still unconscious," he said, his voice laced with disdain.

Katherine nodded, her eyes narrowing. "Yes, they are," she hissed.

Marcus strode past her and entered the room where the culprits were being held. He grabbed a bowl of water and splashed it onto their faces, causing their eyes to snap open.

"Bastard," one of them muttered, their gaze darting around the room in disarray.

Marcus glared at them, his voice firm. "Shut up."

He dragged a chair in front of them and sat down, his movements deliberate. From his pocket, he pulled out a photograph of the T-Force group and handed it to them.

"What do you know about this picture?" he demanded, his eyes boring into theirs.

Their eyes widened, their faces pale, as they took in the image.

Their eyes darted back and forth between Marcus and the photograph, their fear palpable. "Answer me," Marcus barked, his voice low and menacing.

They flinched, which only seemed to irritate Mar