Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1829

Mark heard the pandemonium from outside and frowned slightly, but he showed no inclination to care. Arianne, however, caught Mateo’s name among the hubbub and sprang out of the elevator unthinkingly before heading to the entrance. “What’s going on?! Who’s responsible for this hoo-ha?!”

Seeing her leaving the elevator, Mark hesitated for a beat before trailing behind.

By the time the two of them got closer, the troublemaker—an upper-class woman whose dress reflected her standing—dropped to her knees and let out a bloodcurdling keen. “Mr. Tremont, please! Teo knows he’s messed up, please! Please, he’s my only son! Please, please, please have mercy, please let him go!”

Arianne felt her heart shudder. Was this Mateo’s family? But… who told them that Mark might be connected to his abduction? How else could they be so quick to show up here, in his turf?!

A storm had clouded Mark’s darkening expression. “What’s that supposed to mean? What does Mateo Rodriguez’s welfare have anything to do with me? You’ve looked for the wrong person. Security! Escort them away; I don’t want any ruckus in my company.”

The security was just about to do it when Mateo’s mother suddenly cried out in a sort of desperate determination, “He’s the only son I have! The only heir of the Rodriguez family! Let me die in his stead!”

It was rush hour by now, and a spectacle like this had attracted bystanders—many of them murmuring to one another as they collectively speculated the possible connection between Mateo’s abduction and Mark Tremont.

Trepidation on the event escalation built up in Arianne. She leaned closely by Mark’s ear and breathed, “Maybe we should bring this to your office for a talk, yea? Having it kicked up here is definitely not helpful for the optics…”

Mark balled his hands into fists before barking steelily, “Bring them to my office!”

The knot had just become even more entangled.

“Hey, I wasn’t having an ‘affair’ with Mateo that night, okay? It was a meeting between two old pals who met back in their university,” she corrected helplessly. “Seriously, it was just a misunderstanding. I’ve explained it to my husband about it, too. Look, shouldn’t you people be more worried about how to bring Mateo home safe in one piece than to kick up this god-awful commotion here, huh? The more time you waste, the more risk you put his life under. Haven’t you two figured this out yet?!”

Mateo’s parents said nothing. They were desperate—they were grasping at straws as long as it meant the possibility of being right. It did not matter if Mark was truly the man behind it; believing he was the culprit was all there was left for them. Maybe if they begged hard enough, Mark would show mercy and let Mateo go, alive.

Suddenly, Mark broke his own silence. “You are looking at the wrong person. I confess to beating him up, but abducting him? That is utterly unrelated to me. If you have the time to cry and beg on my feet in my office, you probably also have the time to think about how to save your son. Most cases I know that are cognate to yours rarely see abductees returning home alive, so please, if you have nothing else to speak of, leave.”