As Alexander stepped out of Ella's place, the air felt clearer, lighter... though inside him, a storm still brewed. He had to deal with Valentina, 'I am done putting up with her.'
Sliding into the backseat of his car, he pulled out his phone and gave an order, his tone curt.
"Bring Valentina to me before I return home."
Valentina had believed herself untouchable, shielded by the Sterling family's history with the Rossi's. But she had forgotten Alexander was not a man who tolerated unnecessary chaos in his life.
"Foolish girl," Marcus muttered under his breath when he heard Alexander's order. While he waited for Alexander, he had received the report of what had happened at the salon.
Meanwhile, Valentina was at home celebrating her victory. Although Ella hadn't revealed any emotions earlier, Valentina knew there was no way she would remain calm. Not after her parting words.
