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 him

him crashing to the

him,

how could you possibly

a scoundrel, and

couldn’t help but

then that she

you? The designer

“That’s me,” Rosalynn confirmed.

Rosalynn’s nonchalance while conversing with Valeria, the man’s fury

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