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

sent him crashing

down at him,

how could you

scoundrel, and you deserve it,”

help

was then that she recognized

The designer from

“That’s me,” Rosalynn confirmed.

with Valeria, the man’s fury

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