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

sent him crashing to

him, “I know who

man snapped, “Then how could you possibly strike

and you

help

then that

The designer from

“That’s me,” Rosalynn confirmed.

while conversing with Valeria, the man’s

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