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 a headache

him no

issue; it was the

keep an eye on Stella, she'd just call the police and accuse him of holding her against her

God only knew what kind of mess she'd

advice? End this marriage before she drags your

arrives, I'll help you deal with Stella once and for

flickered in

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

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

on the

long pause, he finally spoke. "You should head back. I'll cover whatever Stella spent

considering his own precarious situation, he

Stella was shopping with Abby when her phone rang.

your luck,"

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

dresses before finally responding, "I have no idea what

of our divorce, right on time." Haynes' tone was frigid. "My patience

wait for her to reply before

her phone, her gaze