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.

her pain and vulnerability lest she draw the ire

she might faint at any moment. Still, she was too aware. Tears were falling nonstop, and her lips were

on his bed weeping. “Andrew, what do we do? Is this the end for us? Who did this? Who

of losing Andrew, too. What would she do if even

not even if the Clements were willing

hair, knowing full well that this was the result of the Rowlands‘ own inaction. Zaiden’s mistakes were forever etched in shame, and now the public loathed the

name would probably be stricken in the

red line was not one to rise again. By nightfall, the government would probably send police to

comfort Tessa. She trembled in his arms, never having imagined the Rowlands‘

This thought spurred her to action. She

the strength to push him onto the bed, climbing on top herself. “Andrew,

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