Chapter 691
Chapter 691:
Chris reached out, his fingers brushing gently against her cheek. Something tender and pained flickered across his features.
He dropped his cigarette into a nearby trash can and opened the car door.
“Get in. Those bodyguards won’t hold them back much longer p>
Without hesitation, Maia pulled Pattie into the car with her, Maxwell climbing in right behind them.
The moment the door clicked shut, Chris pressed the accelerator to the floor. The car shot forward like a released arrow.
Vince arrived just in time to witness his worst nightmare: Maia sliding into another man’s car with ease, as if she belonged there.
After the bodyguards had cut off his direct path, he’d sprinted around the building’s perimeter, bursting through a fire exit in a last-ditch effort to reach her. But he was too late.
Blood drained from Vince’s face as the scene unfolded before him. Fury blazed in his eyes while his hands shook with barely contained rage. It was the same bastard who’d stolen Maia from the Grand Nexus! And now she was climbing into his car as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Despite his previous attempts to sabotage this man, Vince had never laid eyes on him until now. He’d dismissed him as irrelevant, just some nobody who’d gotten lucky. Therefore, he had no clue that his rival was Chris Cooper, the so-called worthless bastard son of the Cooper dynasty.
He saw that Maia settled so comfortably beside this stranger, the easy familiarity between them obvious.
Vince’s knuckles went white as his fists clenched. A cold promise formed in his mind, crystallizing into unshakeable resolve.
Any man foolish enough to steal what belonged to him would learn the true cost of that mistake. He wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate that man if necessary to win back Maia’s heart.
Within the venue, scattered curses still echoed through the air, yet Rosanna had become invisible, a ghost drifting through the aftermath of her public humiliation.
Across the room, the sight of her biological parents and fiancé prostrating themselves before Maia carved through her chest like a serrated blade, each heartbeat sending fresh waves of agony through her shattered ribs.
When Vince bolted toward the fire escape, something desperate stirred within her. She slipped after him through the shadows, clinging to a fragile hope. Perhaps witnessing Maia’s cold rejection of him might crack open a door she thought had been sealed forever.
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Vince’s devastation was written across his face in raw, bleeding letters. Maybe now, in his brokenness, he might finally see her again. The ember of possibility flickered to life in Rosanna’s chest.
Smoothing her tangled hair and straightening her wrinkled dress, Rosanna hurried after him with renewed purpose.