Rosalind's eyes fell. "I don't deserve you treating me so well."
Skylar wiped the tear from her cheek. "You are worth it. I don't know what you've been through in the past, but you have to believe that everyone deserves to be loved."
"Skylar..."
Skylar pulled her into his arms. "He'll be back."
Just then, the person outside the door turned off a recording pen and took a photo of the scene.
"Go in and trash the place."
With that said, the woman turned and left.
Rosalind was startled by the five people who burst in, and she scrambled out of Skylar's arms.
"What are you doing?"
Without another word, one of the men in black swept the items on the table to the floor. "We've got a problem with you!"
"I'm calling the police."
Rosalind cried out angrily, squatting to pick up the design drafts from the floor.
"Go ahead and call them."
Skylar shielded her behind him. "Who sent you?"
"Why should we tell you?"
With that, they started smashing things again.
