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.

understand. I—I won't dare to

the two suitcases tightly, Rowena

*

the runway, its door opening with a

descended the steps,

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

his arm bound in a stark white sling, bruises

maybe you should go

cold and low.

pause. "Find out where

across his battered features. "But sir, your

in Argentia, where Victor

their very first night, Farrar Fitzgerald

wasn't caught off guard. He'd arranged for private security in advance; otherwise, they

back. The attack had been brutal-Victor bore both a bullet graze

a day and a half unconscious in a

woke, he saw the news

recovery, he'd checked himself out and boarded a flight, enduring more than ten hours in the air just to get back to Capitolion. He didn't even

no argument. "Since

*

basement garage, she paused beside her black Mercedes, glancing back at the man

go home. I

shook his head.

refused. "That's

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