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.

felt a headache coming

him no

issue; it was the politics that

he tried to have someone keep an eye on Stella, she'd just call the

antics, God only knew what kind of mess she'd create

your divorce cooling-off period is almost up. My advice? End this marriage before she drags your name any further through the

you deal with Stella once and

flickered

So what if Neville Connolly supports her? She's a divorced woman with a kid—there's

there's no one in this city who can beat us." Haynes' dark

fingers lightly on the desk, clearly weighing his

should head back. I'll cover whatever Stella spent at

to protest, but after considering his own

Abby when her phone rang. Haynes'

your luck," Haynes'

browsed the rack of clothes in front of her, nodding toward the sales associate

finally responding, "I have

be at city hall on the day of our divorce, right on time." Haynes' tone was frigid. "My patience has

wait for her to

her phone,