“Adrian! Open this door right now!”
The sharp pounding echoed through the luxury apartment. Rosemary stood at the door, her face blazing with anger, her eyes still swollen from tears.
At last, the door swung open. Adrian appeared, looking worn-out—his tie loosened, his eyes red from lack of sleep. “Rosemary?” His voice carried shock. “What are you doing here?”
Without waiting for permission, Rosemary strode inside, her face tense. “I don’t have time for small talk. I’m here because your lover—Cassandra—just destroyed a priceless fabric in my boutique. A fabric worth millions!”
Adrian froze, his expression hardening. “What do you mean?”
Rosemary’s eyes sharpened. “Don’t you dare pretend you don’t understand. I know it was Cassandra. My assistant saw her with her own eyes. She snuck in
