From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 296

The voice rang out loud and clear, but in the bustling, noisy banquet hall, it didn’t seem all that out of place.

Mason Bennett’s face, on the other hand, was a whole other story—darker than burnt toast left in the oven too long.

He was already in a foul mood, too frustrated to bother explaining. Brow furrowed, he snapped, “This isn’t the time to talk about that.”

No sooner had he growled those words than he rushed over to the side, barking at someone to turn off the big screen.

“Mr. Bennett, it won’t turn off!” The guy in charge of the screen looked like he was about to pull his hair out.

He’d tried to shut it down the moment things started looking weird, but the screen just wouldn’t cooperate.

Mason Bennett, refusing to believe it, snatched the remote and jabbed at the buttons with increasing desperation. Nothing. Zilch.

Meanwhile, the chatter in the hall was swelling, growing louder and more curious by the second. People openly watched Mason, some munching on canapés, others sipping wine, all wearing that telltale “oh, this is juicy” expression.

Mason’s glare was stormy, intense enough to make your skin crawl. He kept stabbing at the remote, anger and anxiety bubbling dangerously close to the surface.

But the screen stayed stubbornly on.

With a curse, he hurled the remote to the floor. Something wild and desperate flashed in his eyes before he grabbed a centerpiece—a heavy glass pitcher—and hurled it at the screen.

Crash!

The explosion of noise made everyone jump. All the chatter died instantly as a hundred pairs of eyes snapped to the screen.

The bottom right corner of the screen went dark, spiderwebbed with cracks. But the rest? Still worked. Those incriminating photos were still there, clear as day.

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