A Glamorous Fiancée Poured Ice Water Over a Maid — Until the Syndicate Boss Walked In and Called Off the Wedding

"Lorenzo... you’re early!" Valentina stammered nervously, her cruel confidence vanishing into thin air as she quickly backed away from Sophia. "I... I can explain! This clumsy maid was threatening our wedding! She was trying to steal from your private safe!"

Lorenzo didn't answer immediately. He walked forward with measured, silent authority, his jaw tight with a dangerous rage that made the air in the corridor freeze.

He stopped directly beside Sophia, who was still trembling wet on the marble floor. Without taking his eyes off Valentina, Lorenzo slowly unbuttoned his heavy dark suit jacket, removed it, and gently draped it around Sophia’s shivering shoulders.

Valentina gasped, her manicured fingers clutching her silk dress in disbelief. "Lorenzo! What are you doing? She's just a servant!"

"Valentina..." Lorenzo rumbled, his voice dropping into a low, deadly register that echoed off the golden walls. "...step away from her."

"She overheard us discussing the wedding budget and tried to blackmail me!" Valentina lied frantically, her voice squeaking as sweat broke out under her heavy makeup. "I was only protecting our family's honor!"

Lorenzo extended his large, warm hand to Sophia, gently pulling the wet maid to her feet. Sophia held his dark jacket tightly around her chest, tears mixing with the water dripping down her pale cheeks.

Lorenzo turned back to Valentina, his dark eyes burning with absolute, lethal calm.