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

Valentina’s hand loosened, and the heavy glass pitcher slipped from her fingers, shattering into hundreds of razor-sharp pieces across the wet marble floor.

"You’re... you're choosing a maid over me?" Valentina whispered in complete horror and disbelief, her face draining of all color. "I am a Reachi! Our families have been allied for thirty years! You can't break our engagement over a pathetic servant!"

Lorenzo stepped over the shattered glass, leaning in close until his face was inches from Valentina’s shaking jawline.

"I’m choosing the woman who didn't try to murder a child in my house," Lorenzo whispered in a chilling, quiet tone that made Valentina’s knees buckle. "Guards, take her."

Two massive, armed syndicate security officers immediately emerged from the shadow of the staircase, taking firm hold of Valentina’s silk-clad arms.

"Lorenzo, no! Unhand me!" Valentina shrieked, kicking wildly as her high heels slid across the wet floor. "You have no proof! She's lying! She made it all up!"

Sophia stood beside Lorenzo, holding his jacket tight, her voice cracking as she finally spoke up. "I didn't make up anything, Valentina... my six-year-old daughter, Ella, saw what you put in Mr. Moretti's medicine bottle yesterday afternoon."