From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 299

He furrowed his brows sharply, not bothering with the others—whether they left or stayed—as he strode straight over to Ethan Carter, voice urgent.

“Mr. Carter, are you guys heading out already?”

Ethan shot him a glance, his face utterly unreadable. “It’s too loud in here.”

Olivia’s frown deepened, clearly irritated. That alone confirmed what Ethan had just said.

Mason Bennett’s expression changed in a flash, his heart sinking. Ethan Carter was the kind of guy who always had things go his way—tonight had been a disaster, and the noisy, chaotic ballroom was starting to get on everyone’s nerves, even Mason’s. Of course Ethan would want out.

Knowing there was no convincing them to stay, Mason’s eyes flashed with regret. He sighed, trying to salvage the situation. “I’m so sorry for tonight’s mess. Give me a couple days—let me make it up to you. I’ll book a private room at Savory & Grace, and I’ll apologize properly then.”

“No need,” Ethan replied coolly, already walking away with Olivia in tow.

Damian Franklin and Lance Carter followed close behind. Mason could only watch Ethan’s retreating figure fade into the crowd and finally disappear from the ballroom.

His gaze hardened—he’d had enough. He grabbed the microphone and tapped it twice.

The remaining guests turned to look.

Mason put on his most apologetic face and addressed them, “Everyone, if I could have your attention for a moment. I really appreciate you all coming to my daughter’s wedding today. I’m terribly sorry for how things turned out—it was completely unexpected. I hate that this spoiled the celebration for you. Please, head home for now. I’ll be reaching out personally over the next few days to apologize to each of you.”

He finished with a formal bow—putting on the right show, at least.

A few guests sighed; soon, the room was nearly empty.

Just half an hour earlier, the ballroom had been bustling—now it was as cold and hollow as an autumn wind blowing over dry leaves.

Mason’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he stared at the ruined projection screen. Clearly, this chaos hadn’t been an accident. He would get to the bottom of it—and pay back whoever was responsible, tenfold.

Nearby, the wedding emcee was visibly shaken. He’d hosted dozens of weddings, but never a fiasco like this. He clicked his tongue silently, glancing at Mason’s stormy face, then shifted his gaze to Daniel Gill, who seemed lost in thought but looked far less rattled than Mason.

The emcee mustered his courage and approached, voice tentative, “Mr. Gill?”

Daniel blinked, coming back to himself, and looked at the man with a cool detachment.

“About tonight—” the emcee started, but Daniel cut him off.

“Your payment’s already been sent. There’s nothing else for you here. You can go.”

The emcee gladly seized the out. He nodded quickly and slipped away.

Daniel closed his eyes for a moment, centering himself, then made his way over to Mason.

“Dad, let’s go home,” Daniel said quietly.

Mason looked at him, trust in his eyes. “There’s still a mess here to deal with. Your mother’s in no shape to handle it. I need to go check on her. Bring Lavinia and your mom home after you’re done here.”

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