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

sent him crashing to

stared down at him, “I know who

the man snapped, “Then how could you possibly

a scoundrel, and

help but

was then that

you? The designer from S.W.

“That’s me,” Rosalynn confirmed.

while conversing with Valeria, the man’s

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