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.

kicking

crashing to

down at him, “I know who you

man snapped, “Then how could you possibly

a scoundrel, and you deserve it,” Rosalynn

couldn’t help but

that she

you? The designer from S.W.

“That’s me,” Rosalynn confirmed.

nonchalance while conversing with Valeria, the man’s fury

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