The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 41

The swarm of reporters exchanged glances, their faces lighting up with

sycophantic grins.

"Since it's Mr. O'Brien's request, we better oblige."

They quickly dispersed, not daring to linger or snap any sneaky photos. Who was Haynes O'Brien? Anyone who dared to cross him wouldn't last long on this turf.

Once the reporters had cleared out, the air turned eerily still and cold.

Haynes glared at Stella, nestled in another man's arms, his eyes dark and his presence chilling.

He parted his thin lips, uttering two cold words. "Get down."

Stella felt uneasy being held by someone she barely knew. With all the rumors surrounding her, she was determined not to drag Neville into her chaotic situation.

softly, "Please,

Haynes' menacing glare. "No can do. Your ankle's sprained. We need to

gaze locked on Stella, his eyes like frozen glass, exuding a frosty aura.

kept his emotions under wraps, and Stella had rarely seen such intensity in him. At the moment, his expression was stormy, his gaze icy, as if he were staring

more terrifying. He took slow, deliberate steps toward them and reached out, ready

arm, but with Stella in his hold, his movements got hindered, failing to stop

grasp. With a firm grip on her wrist,

she landed, a searing pain shot through Stella's sprained ankle, making her wince.

at Neville as he spoke with icy contempt. "Let

casual smile. "I believe I'm the one who should

"You think

"Whether I do or not, it's not up to

his voice gentle. "Star, do you want to