My Bossy CEO Husband

Valeria now stood firmly in Rosalynn’s embrace.
It was often believed that men wouldn’t readily kneel before anyone.
Yet, here he was, brought to his knees in public by a woman.
The man’s humiliation fueled his rage.
“You have no idea who I am! How dare you hurt m
Rising, he snatched a bottle from a passing waiter’s tray and smashed it, brandishing the jagged remnants at Rosalynn’s head.
She deftly dodged, kicking him in the rear.
This sent him crashing to the floor.
Calmly, Rosalynn stared down at him, “I know who you are.”
Fuming, the man snapped, “Then how could you possibly strike me?”
“Because you’re a scoundrel, and you deserve it,” Rosalynn retorted.
Valeria couldn’t help but chuckle.
It was then that she recognized her savior.
“It’s you? The designer from S.W. Studio?”
“That’s me,” Rosalynn confirmed.
Noticing Rosalynn’s nonchalance while conversing with Valeria, the man’s fury escalated.
He lunged at Rosalynn with the jagged bottle.
“You’re asking for it
Rosalynn’s expression darkened. Holding Valeria with one arm, she swiftly grabbed the man’s wrist and twisted it forcefully. he
snarled.

He yelped in pain and retreated.
Alerted by his cry, his bodyguards finally took action.
“sirt”