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 him in

him crashing to the

Rosalynn stared down at him, “I know who

the man snapped, “Then how could you possibly

you’re a scoundrel, and

help but

then that she

designer from

“That’s me,” Rosalynn confirmed.

with Valeria,

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