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.

deftly dodged, kicking him

him crashing

Rosalynn stared down at him, “I

snapped, “Then how could you possibly strike

scoundrel, and

help but

was then that she recognized

The designer from

“That’s me,” Rosalynn confirmed.

nonchalance while conversing with Valeria, the

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