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.

was a wreck, clutching Andrew like a lifeline, too afraid to show her pain and vulnerability lest she draw the ire of

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

Tessa sat on his bed weeping. “Andrew, what

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

not even if the Clements were willing

the result of the Rowlands‘ own inaction. Zaiden’s mistakes were forever etched in

probably be stricken in the annals of

again. By nightfall, the government would probably send police

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

on to him. This thought spurred her to action. She pulled

him onto the bed, climbing on

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