The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 507

The moment Abby saw who had arrived, her smile froze.

"Mr. Connolly."

Neville glanced around the room. "Star's not back yet?"

Abby shook her head, a flicker of worry in her eyes. "I've tried calling her over and over-she never picks up. But the phone's still on; it's not switched off."

She looked at Neville, her voice tight. "Mr. Connolly, you haven't heard from Star either?"

For once, Neville's expression turned serious. "You all go ahead with the show. I'll check the security cameras."

He was just about to leave when a small hand caught the sleeve of his coat. Neville turned to find Marvin looking up at him, eyes wide and pleading.

"Dad, Stella's going to be okay, right?"

Neville ruffled Marvin's hair gently. "Star's going to be fine. I promise."

"Swear you'll help me find her, Dad.”

Neville's voice was low and steady. "I promise. I'll bring her back."

Neville stepped out, closing the door softly behind him. A cool breeze drifted in as the door shut, leaving

stared at the closed door,

Aurora glanced at the row beside her and caught sight of the Watsons'

leaned over and whispered, "Florrie, do you know the

then replied in a whisper,

"You mean... Mr. Watson's... son from another

audible. "Yes. My father searched for him for years he wants him to come

In high society, there was never a shortage of

instance, had once been the talk

love with a woman from a modest background. He defied his

without a family's blessing rarely survives. Without his family's support, Nicolle was

disposal, forcing Nicolle to break things off

his wife, but he never strayed back to his former flame, either. Their marriage was polite, distant-never

secretly loved him from the start. She'd seen with her own eyes how he was willing to give up everything for another woman. How could she settle for a cold,

grew darker, her jealousy more consuming. If Nicolle so much as exchanged a few words with another woman, she'd be convinced he was

for admirers. Women threw themselves at him, no matter how

vitall-and the

His wife saw

off his admirers. But her tactics grew more viciousover time-slashed faces, staged