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 to the

stared down at him, “I

the man snapped, “Then how could you possibly strike

and you deserve

help

then that she

The designer

“That’s me,” Rosalynn confirmed.

with Valeria, the man’s

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