The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 437

Chapter 436

Abby had dealt with lecherous creeps before, but nothing like this—it was practically daylight assault, no different from a mugging on the street.

Stella leaned in to comfort her. "It's okay, Abby. It's over now."

Neville glanced at Mr. Hunter with a sardonic smile. "Mr. Hunter, what's this? You made the poor girl cry?"

Mr. Hunter realized he'd crossed a line he couldn't come back from.

Without a word, he dropped to his knees, slapping himself across the face again and again.

"Mr. Connolly, I was wrong! I shouldn't have done it—I swear, I'll never do it again!"

He didn't hold back. Each slap landed hard, and within moments, his cheeks were swollen and red.

Desperate to prove his remorse, Mr. Hunter seized a wine bottle from the coffee table and smashed it against his own head, "thud, thud," splintering glass everywhere.

No one moved to stop him-shards rained across the private room, but the only sound was the bottle shattering.

Abby was stunned by the spectacle, frozen in place.

It wasn't until Mr. Hunter knocked himself out cold that Neville finally looked away. He turned to Stella. "We've got Abby. Ready to go?"

Stella nodded quietly.

the club, Stella glanced at the man beside her and said

"No need for thanks between us,

Neville hadn't stepped in,

let's get you to

but still

I'm so sorry. I

smile. "You did nothing wrong. Why apologize?

light flickered

bad luck. Maybe... someone set

a sharp breath,

hour later, Neville

sat with her while she

Neville. "Thank you for staying so late, Mr. Connolly.

shook his head,

to leave.

It's not like I read him bedtime stories-whether I'm there or

"I'll go grab some food. Ms. Murphy, is there anything you'd

to stay for Stella's

didn't refuse. "Just a cup of milk tea for

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