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.

clutching Andrew like a lifeline, too afraid to show her pain and vulnerability lest she draw the ire of the other Clements in the car.

as if she might faint at any moment. Still, she was

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

losing Andrew, too. What would she do if even

if the Clements were willing

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 Rowlands to the bone. Come morning, their stocks would likely plummet to

would probably be stricken in the annals of Beaconsfield’s

again. By nightfall, the government would

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

to him. This thought spurred her

the strength to push him onto the

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