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.

she whispered, "I understand.

tightly, Rowena hurried

*

private jet sat on the runway, its door

tall, imposing figure emerged and descended

head-to-toe in black, his movements

in a stark white sling, bruises and cuts still fresh

should go

cold and

pause. "Find out

across his battered features.

returned from a business trip in Argentia, where Victor was handling a betrayal within the Fitzgerald Group's local

night, Farrar Fitzgerald

off guard. He'd arranged for private security in advance;

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

spent a day and a

woke, he saw the news coming out

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 stop to clean up

no argument.

*

beside her black Mercedes, glancing back at the man

I

head. "Let me take

refused. "That's not

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