The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 379

The day of the language competition arrived before anyone knew it.

This time, to everyone's surprise, Mr. Burton had caught wind of the kindergarten event and showed up with as much enthusiasm as the children themselves.

Mr. Burton beamed, "I may be an old man now, but there's nothing I love more than watching little kids. Anyway, I'm retired-so from now on, whenever there's a school event, I'd love to come join the fun."

Seeing Mr. Burton there to cheer him on, Marvin couldn't contain his excitement and dove right into Mr. Burton's arms.

"Mr. Burton, you came too!"

Chuckling, Mr. Burton ruffled Marvin's hair. "Of course I did. For your big competition, Grandpa had to be here in person to cheer you on."

With a childlike heart himself, Mr. Burton got along famously with Marvin-they could spend hours playing together, much to everyone's amusement.

Standing off to the side, Neville watched the scene, his gaze flickering with something unreadable, tinged with an odd complexity.

Noticing Neville's look, Mr. Burton glanced his way, gave him a subtle nod, a silent acknowledgment, and then turned his attention back to fussing over Marvin.

crossed

seemed Mr. Burton had figured out

them ever brought it up—an unspoken agreement hung

his gaze to

encounter, Neville had learned the truth: Mr. Burton was none other than the founder of The Burton Group. After decades out of the public eye, most people

never would have guessed Stella had managed to

eyes as he thought

Watson, was another shadowy figure. His background

there

Neville hadn't uncovered anything particularly

Mr. Burton, and Abby stood chatting and joking around Stella, the four of them forming

about Stella-she was extraordinary herself, and everyone drawn to her seemed to be anything

a voice cut through the pleasant atmosphere, jarringly out of

proper heiress to help you raise your son, but you settled for some nobody with barely an education? Look at her her friends are either muscle-bound, empty- headed women or old men well past their prime. And these are the ones you bring along to

conversation died

others all turned to look at him. Their expressions weren't angry- just blank, as if they'd spotted a pile of dog mess