Chapter 383

Deanna arched an eyebrow, her expression cool and unreadable.

A flicker of greed flashed in Rowena's eyes.

"Deanna, I truly care about Vi—about Victor," Rowena pleaded, her voice trembling with hope. "If you don't mind, could you let me stay by his side? I

promise, I'll be loyal and do whatever you ask."

Before she could say more, Pattie slammed the lid of the suitcase shut with a loud

bang.

Startled, Rowena turned to Deanna in confusion.

Deanna's voice cut through the room, sharp and commanding. "Who do you think you are? You think you're qualified to bargain with me?"

Her words carried a cold, unquestionable authority.

Rowena stiffened, fear creeping into her posture.

"Deanna, I—I don't care about status... I don't need a title," she stammered.

A cold smile curled on Deanna's lips. "Don't overestimate yourself. If you keep dreaming, you'll walk away with nothing."

Rowena shrank back, the look in Deanna's eyes enough to send a chill through her.

voice shook as she whispered, "I understand.

the two suitcases tightly, Rowena

*

sat on the runway, its door

emerged and descended

head-to-toe in black, his movements composed but noticeably slow if one

his arm bound in a stark white sling,

Fitzgerald, maybe you should go to

was unreadable, cold and

pause. "Find out where Isadora

hesitated, concern etched across his battered features. "But sir, your injuries they need urgent

in Argentia, where Victor was handling

night, Farrar Fitzgerald had orchestrated an

off guard. He'd arranged for private security

Argentia was Farrar's territory, and he hadn't held back. The attack had been brutal-Victor bore both a bullet graze and

a half unconscious in

he saw the

and boarded a flight, enduring more than ten hours

brooked no argument. "Since when do my

*

basement garage, she paused beside her black

home. I have

his head. "Let me

"That's

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