When Carmen Reyes saw the defeat within Anton Salvatore's eyes, she frowned. He looked like a King deserted by his subjects, a lone man standing on a cracked and old throne. He looked pathetic.
She refused to see him like this. She refused to acknowledge he had truly fallen to the bottom. He was a Salvatore for christ's sake! Why was his ego this easily destroyed? So what if he was insulted by Alexander Chou, so many people in this world also suffered the same thing!
An indistinguishable emotion flashed before her eyes, a thunderous expression overtaking her fair face. This was not the end of the Salvatore's.
Once a King has fallen, they can still stand back up. Her fingers curled into a fist. She grabbed Anton Salvatore's hand and lead him away from the taunting crowd. She was plann
