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.

"I understand.

the two suitcases tightly, Rowena

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on the runway, its

tall, imposing figure emerged and descended

movements composed but noticeably slow if one

a stark white sling, bruises and cuts still fresh on his

you should go

was unreadable, cold and low. "That's

pause. "Find out where Isadora

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

just returned from a business trip in Argentia, where Victor was handling a betrayal

first night, Farrar Fitzgerald had

private security in advance; otherwise, they might not

attack had been brutal-Victor bore both a bullet graze and a deep knife

and a half unconscious in a European

woke, he saw the news coming

hours in

face was pale, but his tone brooked no argument. "Since when do my

*

garage, she paused beside her black Mercedes,

you should go home. I

his head. "Let

"That's

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