Chapter 630


    The rest of the Ronds were hemmed in by an irate crowd, unable to make their way out.


    Marissa caught sight of Tessa and felt her blood boiling. “What a mess!” she spat, her face a mask of


    displeasure.


    Tessa, for her part, felt as if the sky hade crashing down. She clung desperately to Andrew. Her


    body was on the verge of copse. She should have passed out, and she cursed her lucidity, all too


    aware that the Ronds were teetering on the brink of ruin.


    It wasn’t just the loss of hundreds of millions in capital–it was their reputation on the line!


    Tears streamed down her face, and she couldn’t fathom how things hade to this.


    The radio droned on with reporters‘ live updates and public opinion of the Ronds sinking to rock


    bottom. The Ronds‘ shares had halved in less than two hours, and billions in market value had


    evaporated.


    Tessa was a wreck, clutching Andrew like a lifeline, too afraid to show her pain and vulnerability lest


    she draw the ire of the other Clements in the car.


    Her teeth bit into her lip so hard she tasted blood. Her eyes were bloodshot as if she might faint at any


    moment. Still, she was too aware. Tears were falling nonstop, and her lips were raw with wounds.


    Andrew took her back to the Clements‘ home, and after they both showered, Tessa sat on his bed


    weeping. “Andrew, what do we do? Is this the end for us? Who did this? Who could have-”


    She was torn between crying and fear, terrified of losing Andrew, too. What would she do if even he


    turned his back on her?


    Her family couldn’t be saved, not even if the Clements were willing to donate thirty billion. The


    Ronds were beyond salvation.


    Andrew reached for a towel to wipe her hair, knowing full well that this was the result of the Ronds‘


    own inaction. Zaiden’s mistakes were forever etched in shame, and now the public loathed the


    Ronds to the bone. Come morning, their stocks would likely plummet to a halt.


    The Ronds‘ name would probably be stricken in the annals of Beaconsfield’s elite.


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    Apany that crossed the public’s red line was not one to rise again. By nightfall, the government


    would probably send police to thoroughly investigate the Ronds‘ hospitals.


    Andrew reached out, intending tofort Tessa. She trembled in his arms, never having imagined the


    Ronds‘ fall, especially not at such a dizzying pace.


    All she had left was Andrew. She had to hold on to him. This thought spurred her to action. She pulled


    Andrew’s cor down and kissed him.


    Somehow, she found the strength to push him onto the bed, climbing on top herself. “Andrew,


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    you won’t abandon me, right? Will you still marry me?”


    Before Andrew could react, Tessa was ready to undress.


    Breathless, Andrew pushed her away. “Tessa, calm down for a second.”


    “How can I calm down? The Ronds are gone, Marissa is disgusted with me, the other Clements


    have turned against me, and I’ve lost everything. You’re all I have, Andrew. Please don’t leave me,


    okay?”


    Once, she had held her head high, expecting Andrew to woo her, but now, she couldn’t afford to be


    proud. If Andrew would marry her, she’d do anything he asked.


    If she couldn’t be the respected Ms. Rond, at least she’d be the wife of the Clements Corporation’s


    CEO. She couldn’t bear the thought of life among the lower sses, of facing disdain wherever she


    went.


    She had to marry Andrew.


    “Please, I’ll have your child, Andrew. Please, just say yes,” she begged, her voice hoarse with tears.


    She had thought she had it all–love, career, a bountiful life–only for it to be cruelly snatched away.


    Everything was over.


    Trembling, she undid her clothes, baring herself, her eyes pleading with Andrew.