She wanted to avoid making a fool of herself

“No, I want to go home. Please take me there." Though inebriated, Valeria recognized Rosalynn as her only hope.

Rosalynn nodded and addressed the man. ou heard her. She doesn't want you to take her home. Leave her to me.

As she reached for Valeria, the man snarled, "Mind your business. Or you'll regret it!"

He lunged at Rosalynn, who nimbly evaded his attack.

Infuriated, the man continued his tirade.

But before he could react, he found himself on his knees, his leg throbbing in pain.

Valeria now stood firmly in Rosalynn's embrace.

It was often believed that men wouldn't readily kneel before anyone.

Yet, here he was, brought to his knees in public by a woman.

The man's humiliation fueled his rage.

"You have no idea who I am! How dare you hurt m

Rising, he snatched a bottle from a passing waiter's tray and smashed it, brandishing the jagged remnants at Rosalynn's head.

She deftly dodged, kicking him in the rear.

This sent him crashing to the floor.

Calmly, Rosalynn stared down at him, "I know who you are."

Fuming, the man snapped, “Then how could you possibly strike me?"

“Because you're a scoundrel, and you deserve it," Rosalynn retorted.

Valeria couldn't help but chuckle.

It was then that she recognized her savior.

“It's you? The designer from S.W. Studio?"

“That's me," Rosalynn confirmed.