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 crashing

at him, “I know

how could

scoundrel, and you

help

that she recognized

The designer from S.W.

“That’s me,” Rosalynn confirmed.

Rosalynn’s nonchalance while conversing with

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