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 in the

sent him crashing

stared down at him, “I

man snapped, “Then how could you possibly strike

you’re a scoundrel, and you deserve it,”

help

then that she

The designer from

“That’s me,” Rosalynn confirmed.

nonchalance while conversing with Valeria, the man’s

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