Valeria now stood firmly in Rosalynn’s embrace.

It was often believed that men wouldn’t readily kneel before anyone.

Yet, here he was, brought to his knees in public by a woman.

The man’s humiliation fueled his rage.

“You have no idea who I am! How dare you hurt m

Rising, he snatched a bottle from a passing waiter’s tray and smashed it, brandishing the jagged remnants at Rosalynn’s head.

dodged, kicking him in the

crashing to the

down at him, “I know

“Then how could you possibly strike

you’re a scoundrel, and

couldn’t help but

that she

you? The designer from S.W.

“That’s me,” Rosalynn confirmed.

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