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

him crashing

Rosalynn stared down at him, “I know

man snapped, “Then how could you possibly strike

you’re a scoundrel, and you deserve it,” Rosalynn

help

that she recognized

you? The designer from S.W.

“That’s me,” Rosalynn confirmed.

conversing with Valeria, the man’s

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