Master of his heart

Chapter 630

The rest of the Rowlands were hemmed in by an irate crowd, unable to make their way out.

Marissa caught sight of Tessa and felt her blood boiling. “What a mess!” she spat, her face a mask of displeasure.

Tessa, for her part, felt as if the sky had come crashing down. She clung desperately to Andrew. Her body was on the verge of collapse. She should have passed out, and she cursed her lucidity, all too aware that the Rowlands were teetering on the brink of ruin.

It wasn’t just the loss of hundreds of millions in capital–it was their reputation on the line!

Tears streamed down her face, and she couldn’t fathom how things had come to this.

The radio droned on with reporters‘ live updates and public opinion of the Rowlands sinking to rock bottom. The Rowlands‘ shares had halved in less than two hours, and billions in market value had evaporated.

show her pain and vulnerability lest

teeth bit into her lip so hard she tasted blood. Her eyes were bloodshot as if she might faint at any moment. Still, she was too aware. Tears were falling nonstop, and her lips were

Clements‘ home, and after they both showered, Tessa sat on his bed weeping. “Andrew, what do we do? Is this the

torn between crying and fear, terrified of losing Andrew, too. What would

not even if the Clements were willing to donate thirty billion.

inaction. Zaiden’s mistakes were forever etched in shame, and now the public loathed the Rowlands to the bone. Come morning, their stocks

be stricken in

one to rise again. By nightfall, the government would probably send police to

intending to comfort Tessa. She trembled in his arms, never having imagined the Rowlands‘ fall, especially not at such

she had left was Andrew. She had to hold on to him. This thought spurred her to action. She

the strength to push him onto the bed, climbing

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