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.

a lifeline, too afraid to show her pain and vulnerability lest she draw the ire of

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

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

of losing Andrew, too. What would she do if even he turned his back on

be saved, not even if the Clements were willing to donate thirty billion. The

towel to wipe her 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 Rowlands to the bone. Come morning, their stocks would likely plummet to a

be stricken in the annals of Beaconsfield’s elite.

line was not one to rise again. By nightfall, the government would probably send police to thoroughly investigate the Rowlands‘

arms, never having imagined the Rowlands‘ fall, especially not at such a

This thought spurred

to push him onto the bed, climbing on

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