Chapter 590:

“Richard, what are we supposed to do now? I’m terrified Rosanna might actually go through with something reckless!” Sandra’s voice broke as she wiped away fresh tears. “Rosanna had already lost so much. She was taken from us as a child, had…

To survive the slums all by herself, and finally made her way back, only to face more pain. Forcing her any further just isn’t right.”

“We’ll stick to Vince’s plan,” Richard replied quietly.

With Rosanna refusing to marry Axell, Vince became their last hope.

He crushed his cigarette into the overflowing ashtray, his gaze weary and rimmed red. “If Maia has even an ounce of sympathy, she’ll do what we ask. If she refuses, then she shouldn’t blame me for what comes next. Either way, she’s set to get a divorce.”

Sandra hesitated, brows knitting in concern. “But we don’t even know who Maia married. How could we even get her to divorce him? Let alone have her marry Vince…”

“That’s not it,” Richard said, a sly glint flickering in his eyes as he turned to Sandra. “We don’t have to figure out who Maia married. None of that matters!”

face as he explained, “Maia’s name is everywhere now. The more people celebrate her, the more they’re watching her every move. The crowd that celebrates her success today could just as easily tear her apart tomorrow. The higher they hold her up, the harder they’ll enjoy watching her crash. It doesn’t take much for that praise to turn into spite. When the crowd turns on her, Maia’s husband will want nothing to do

his idea to Sandra. “It’s when someone’s lost everything that they’ll grab onto the first hand that reaches for them. Vince just

follow, confusion flickering in her eyes. “And how are you going to pull

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his voice to a near-whisper as he revealed the details

eyes widened, shocked by the ruthless

husband just shrugs it off?” Sandra asked,

“There’s not a man alive

“Tomorrow, I’m going to Maia. I’ll make sure she

a local food restaurant

as Roland reached for the door to the private room, Elvira caught his arm, halting him mid-motion. “Hold on

up a bit, will you? We’re having dinner with Maia, not walking into a courtroom. Could you try looking less like you’re heading to your own

off strained — tinged with discomfort

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