CHAPTER SEVENTY - CONSULTING WITH THE FORMIDABLE LAWYER.

Mateo's face contorted with a mix of frustration and anger, his jaw clenched and eyes narrowed. His fists clenched at his sides, and this body tensed as he struggled to contain his emotions. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he lashed out, his arm sweeping across the surface of the table, sending papers and objects flying. He let's out a guttural groan, his voice hoarse with pent-up rage. " You should calm down," Mark said. " The best thing to do right now is think of a way to counter the situation, finding the perpetrator can come later." Mateo's movements are jerky and erratic, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he paced back and forth, hands gripping his hair in frustration. Mateo stood in the aftermath of his outburst, surrounded by the debris of his frustration, breathing heavily as he tried to regain his composure. "I take it you have been questioned by the police?" Mark asked. Mateo stormed back to the sofa and gulped down the wine in his wine glass. Mark s