The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 624

Stella's reflexes kicked in instantly. She gripped the wheel and steadied the car just in time, narrowly missing the curbside flowerbeds.

A quick glance in the rearview mirror told her Sellers was coming at her again— his car barreling down like a runaway beast.

Her eyes narrowed, her face hardening to ice.

His brakes had failed? Was he planning to use her as a buffer, to force his own car to a stop?

She remembered Sherman mentioning Sellers' driving-a pro, once a race car driver. With his skills, even with no brakes, he could have found some way to bring the car to a halt.

But instead, he was using this reckless, self-destructive approach.

He was trying to kill her.

Stella's hands tightened around the steering wheel, fury flaring in her eyes. It had been a long time since she'd felt this angry. Sellers' viciousness was beyond anything she'd imagined.

She slammed her foot down on the gas. The car shot forward, swift and sharp, like an arrow loosed from the bow.

Just as Sellers' car nearly clipped her front bumper again, she swerved and left him behind. For now.

Thank God her car had been specially modified; otherwise, just one more hit and she'd lose control for sure.

in the passenger seat, saw what

the hell

"Isn't it obvious? He

have any bad blood. Why would he go

at Stella's lips. "So,

patience gone. "Whatever. You can

to reply, but before he could, the

fast,

solid hit,

much distance she

closed the

seconds, impossible to shake.

fair share of driving, could

driver. The man was a pro, and not

but her focus was razor-sharp, her gaze tense but utterly unafraid. There was a breathtaking intensity to

skimming dangerously close, but every time,

skills... weren't bad at

matter how good she was, her