Chapter 38

Lysander's POV

Valentina froze in place after I yelled at her, her eyes red-rimmed, staring at me in disbelief.

But I had no energy to spare for her emotions.

My gaze was locked onto Rosalyn's face as if held by a powerful magnet, unable to move.

Ever since that fleeting glimpse at the Sotheby'...

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