The mont Sebastian’s hand clamped around Valentina’s wrist, a sharp sting shot up her arm, her skin pinching painfully under his brutal grip. He didn’t just hold her—he yanked her backward with such force that her shoulder nearly twisted.
At that mont a flash of pain and fury crossed Valentina’s face. She gritted her teeth, her chest heaving.
"Sebastian, let go of !" she spat, her voice cutting through the air like a blade.
But Sebastian’s grip only tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh like claws.
Then his expression twisted into sothing dark and controlling, his eyes burning with sothing almost possessive.
"Who do you think you are, Valentina?" he sneered, his breath hot and filled with arrogance.
At that mont Valentina jaw clenched even more tightly.
"I told you to let go."
But Sebastian pulled her even closer, forcing her to stumble slightly against his chest.
"You think you can just walk away from ?" His voice was low, taunting, mocking. "Getting my attention is a privilege, Valentina. And now you’re acting like so big shot? Like you’re the prize here?" His lips curled into a sneer, his eyes glinting with cruel amusent.
The words hit Valentina like a slap, not because they hurt—but because they were disgusting.
"I’m the trophy here, Valentina, not you."
Then his grip on her wrist tightened once more, but this ti, Valentina’s entire body tensed.
"You think you can just walk away from ? Now apologize." His voice dropped, low and demanding, as if he truly believed she owed him sothing.
"Just because you landed yourself a little position, you think you can talk back? And disrespect ?"
At that mont in ti a sharp, defiant glare flashed across Valentina’s face. Her pulse hamred in her ears. She had enough of this.
Summoning every ounce of strength left in her, she shoved Sebastian with full force.
He stumbled. His body jerked backward, his footing wobbling for a brief second. The shock in his eyes was priceless—as if he never expected her to fight back.
Before he could regain himself, a group of security guards stord in, their heavy footsteps echoing through the entrance of Sterling Design.
"Step away from Mrs Valentina," one of them barked, their hands already resting on their batons.
Valentina didn’t wait for them to act.
She straightened her shoulders, brushing off her sleeves, then looked Sebastian dead in the eye.
"You’re pathetic, Sebastian."
Hearing what Valentina just said. Sebastian’s expression darkened, his nostrils flaring.
"You think money makes you powerful? That you can control people just because you have a fat bank account?" Valentina let out a short, bitter laugh. "Let tell you sothing—your money doesn’t impress . It never has. It never will."
Sebastian’s jaw clenched, his fingers twitching at his sides.
"You can buy expensive suits, cars, even houses, but you can’t buy respect. And you sure as hell can’t buy ."
She stepped closer, her voice dropping into sothing dangerously calm.
"This is your last warning, Sebastian."
Her eyes bore into his, unyielding, unwavering.
"Stay. Away. From. ."
The security guards moved in, one already grabbing Sebastian’s arm to escort him out.
But Valentina didn’t look back.
She had said what needed to be said.
At that mont Sebastian scoffed loudly, brushing off his suit as if Valentina’s push was nothing but a re inconvenience.
His eyes glead with arrogance, his chest puffed out as he let out a mocking laugh.
"Really, Valentina?" He tilted his head, his voice dripping with condescension.
"You think you can just shove aside like so common nobody?"
Then His smirk widened, his gaze darkening with amusent.
"I’m Sebastian. I don’t get pushed around, especially not by soone like you."
However Valentina didn’t flinch. Her eyes remained cold, her stance firm.
"Security, escort him out." Her voice was sharp, authoritative—leaving no room for argunt.
The security guards moved in, their grips firm as they reached for Sebastian’s arm.
"Slap!"
The sound echoed through the scene, making everyone freeze.
One of the guards staggered back, holding his cheek, his face etched with shock.
Then Sebastian adjusted his cufflinks, his expression filled with nothing but disdain.
"How dare you try to touch ?" His tone dripped with disgust. "A re security guard? Do you even know who I am?"
The tension in the air thickened, the room growing heavy with silence.
Then, with an angry flick of his wrist, Sebastian turned on around and stord out, his presence lingering like a bad stench.
Valentina exhaled sharply, her chest rising and falling with barely controlled frustration. She didn’t waste another second and headed straight into her office, shutting the door behind her.
The mont she sank into her chair, she winced—her wrist throbbing with a dull ache where Sebastian had gripped her. She rubbed the sore spot, her brows furrowing.
At that mont her mind replayed his words.
"I’ll make sure your useless husband pays for his cris."
then a cold shiver crawled down her spine.
She wasn’t scared of Sebastian, but she wasn’t foolish enough to ignore the weight of his words either.
Raymond’s family couldn’t compete with the power Sebastian’s family held—not yet.
And now, she had just made an enemy out of him.
Had she just made things worse for Raymond?
She had humiliated him, but the way he looked at her before leaving... it sent a ripple of unease through her spine.
He wasn’t done.
Her instincts scread at her, warning that Sebastian wouldn’t just let this go.
Without wasting another second, she pulled out her phone and dialed Raymond.
The phone barely rang once before he picked up.
"My darling wife! already missing already?" His voice was teasing, carrying that usual playful arrogance. "Should I clear my schedule and rush to Sterling Design? Or do you just need to hear my voice to feel better?"
Valentina rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
"Raymond, be serious."
However the playfulness in his voice didn’t waver.
"I’m always serious. Just selectively."
She could hear the smirk in his tone, but she wasn’t in the mood for his usual antics.
"Sebastian ca to Sterling Design today."
The lightness in Raymond’s voice disappeared instantly.
There was silence on the other end.
Then, his voice dropped into sothing sharp and lethal.
"What did he do?"
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