Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1403

Mark’s exclusive video interview became a viral internet sensation, yet Arianne knew nothing about it. Since morning, she had been so busy handling company affairs that she had no time to busy herself with such online clamors.

However, her cluelessness was challenged when Sylvain burst through her office door. “Arianne—Arianne!”

The woman in question looked up at him with a deadpanned expression, puzzled at the apparent jubilance he showed. “Why are you excited?”

Sylvain’s hand, holding his phone, was slightly but visibly shaking. Suddenly, he realized he had no idea how to break one of the most astronomically-great news to the woman who needed it the most.

Arianne gawked at him as her confusion intensified. “What… What’s going on?”

Sylvain recomposed himself with incredible difficulty. He took a deep breath before starting, “I think you should steel yourself before I announce this bombshell.”

His boast amused Arianne a little, but she obliged, putting her papers down and intently staring at him. “That’s enough teasing. Tell me what’s happening right away. I want to see how shocked I might be.”

Sylvain approached her and played the interview video.

As Arianne took in the images of the familiar man—his face, his voice—the easygoing expression on her face gradually froze before a deluge of pain, ecstasy, and disbelief washed over her.

She snatched Sylvain’s phone and examined the short clip over and over again. After multiple replays, she finally broke out into a trembling, uncertain voice, “T-This is doctored, right?”

Arianne could not believe anything else. This man must have been someone who happened to look like Mark. And yet, the interviewed man talked like Mark, smiled like Mark, blinked like Mark, and used his hand gestures just like Mark. This man even exhibited behavioral ticks that resembled Mark all too closely. But dared she believe that he was coming back to them, alive? She did not want to get her hopes up just to see herself plunge back into despair.

“It’s the real deal, Arianne!” Sylvain cried, confidence brimming. “What the hell are you skeptical about? This is Mark Tremont, in the flesh! Mr. Tremont isn’t dead—he’s alive, he’s back! And the first thing he did was to clear both your and Alejandro’s names. God, he’s coming home, Arianne! Are you gonna meet him back home or what?”