"But they seem overwhelmed," explained Madam Anna frantically.
Mark's jaw tightened. His thoughts immediately jumped to the man who belonged to Seren. Mark's anger, reaching a peak, broke through the boundaries of control. Mark was certain that man had truly come looking for Seren and intended to take her away.
Without a single word, Mark clenched the photo in his fist and bolted out of the room. He descended the stairs in long strides.
The front door swung open, and the cold night air pierced through. Mark stopped on the porch, his gaze sweeping over the chaotic front yard.
The massive gate no longer stood firmly. One of its wings was sagging, having been struck by the front end of a luxury car whose engine was still roaring.
Two security guards were struggling to restrain a disheveled stranger. The man was wearing a rumpled suit, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, and his face was flushed red. The pungent smell of alcohol was detectable even from several meters away.
