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

crashing to

down at him, “I know who

man snapped, “Then how could

and you deserve

help

then that she recognized her

you? The designer

“That’s me,” Rosalynn confirmed.

with Valeria, the

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