The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 606

Sellers seemed to sense her pain, and the corners of his mouth curled up in delight.

He relished watching his prey suffer, helpless and desperate.

Suddenly, Stella's free hand shot up and she slapped Sellers hard across the face.

But he was ready for her. With practiced ease, he caught her wrist mid-air.

Stella's eyes widened. Even if she'd been slow to realize it before, it was now painfully clear-Sellers wasn't some average man. He was trained, dangerous.

She tried to kick him, aiming for his groin, but the two of them were pressed too close together; she couldn't get any leverage.

As if anticipating her every move, Sellers pinned her foot with his polished leather shoe before she could even swing her leg.

Stella was just an ordinary woman-she didn't know any self-defense, let alone how to fight off someone like him.

The difference in their strength and skill was obvious; she was outmatched in every way.

Sellers watched her with mocking amusement, like a cat toying with a mouse. "Want me to let go?" he drawled. "Beg me, and maybe I'll consider it."

He was just like Sherman's sleazy friends, getting his kicks from tormenting the vulnerable, as if it made him feel important.

She used to think Sherman just had bad judgment, but now she saw the truth- they were all cut from the same rotten cloth. Maybe Sherman even encouraged it, sending them her way just to break her down, make her doubt herself.

This man was rotten to

never falls far from the

and raised her voice, loud and

at the

through the elegant hall, jarring against the refined

the commotion was about. Sellers clearly hadn't expected her to make a scene. He froze, caught off guard, and before he could react, someone shoved him hard

and Stella

voice asked, smooth

up and saw

"Joshua."

gone, replaced by a dark,

glanced down at

blooming on her pale skin—a bruise

The

his gaze to her wrist, her own face growing

upset after something like this? Especially it was

asset-that were hurt. Corecio

swallowed her anger, but it burned

eyes landed on a vase

she grabbed it and hurled it

she shouted,

Stella's cries, she