Brian Pearce took in his dark expression and deduced that something must have happened as he quickly made a turn. Every time Mark Tremont was enraged, it had to do with Arianne Wynn.
Arianne had just taken off her clothes back in her room of the Tremont Estate when the door was rammed open, making a hard bang.
Turning around in surprise, she met eyes with Mark Tremont’s raging gaze. She pulled over the jacket to cover her front, as she was currently wearing nothing. Her voice trembled when she asked, ”Why are you home...”
The fury in Mark Tremont’s eyes burned brighter when he saw the garment that she was clutching was a man’s jacket.
”Remove it!"
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