The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 288

"Not a huge sum, maybe around three million dollars or so-but..." Benson hesitated, glancing at Haynes, unsure if he should continue.

Haynes' voice was cold and sharp. "Go on."

Benson swallowed. "I looked into it. Mrs. O'Brien didn't just spend money at our competitors' businesses-she also went to our partners. That's manageable, at least the transactions are above board.

But she also visited companies we have no business associating with..."

"She's free to spend as she likes, but people might misread her actions as a friendly signal from us. If we don't handle this delicately, it could cause real trouble."

Who would dare disrespect Mrs. O'Brien's reputation? Even her competitors wouldn't want to risk offending her completely.

So, these days, Stella had been strolling through luxury boutiques, marriage certificate in hand, flaunting her title as Mrs. O'Brien-and no one dared deny her any courtesy.

At last, Stella had discovered the proper way to wield the power of 'Mrs. O'Brien.' When Jasper heard Benson's report, his eyes went wide with disbelief.

So Stella wasn't just outsmarting him-she was dragging Haynes down as well.

"Haynie, this woman's using your name to strut around town, trashing your reputation at every turn!"

Haynes didn't need Jasper to point it out. He already knew Stella was doing this on purpose.

Haynes felt

him no end of

a minor issue; it was the

an eye on Stella, she'd just call the police and

her antics, God only

silence. "Haynie, your divorce cooling-off period is almost up. My advice? End this marriage before she drags your name any

I'll help you deal with Stella once

cold glint flickered in

power, no connections. I can't believe she could actually go up against us. So what if Neville Connolly supports her? She's a divorced woman with a kid—there's no way Neville would put everything

there's no one in this city

tapped his fingers lightly on

finally spoke. "You should head back. I'll cover

his own precarious situation,

shopping with Abby when her phone rang. Haynes' name flashed on

luck," Haynes' voice

of clothes in front of her, nodding toward the sales associate beside her. "This one, this

before finally responding, "I have no idea

of our divorce, right on time." Haynes' tone was frigid. "My patience has its limits. Try anything between now

her to reply before hanging

her phone,