The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 640

Stella had more or less guessed Neville's intentions, but she couldn't help asking, "Why?"

Sunlight filtered in through the windows, dappling the car's interior.

Neville's handsome face was cast in shadow, making it impossible to read his expression. Only his deep, steady voice broke the silence, resonating quietly in the stillness of the car.

"This isn't just about the Burtons," he said. "The Lermans are involved, too.

Simone is Leonard Lerman's younger sister, and Leonard... well, he's infatuated with Aurora.

Sellers managed to become head of the Burton family because he's genuinely capable. But Leonard..."

Neville paused, searching for the right words.

Stella didn't know much about Leonard. "What about him? Is he not competent enough?"

Neville shook his head. "The Lerman family is complicated. It's not about ability.

Star, you need to understand the Burtons are strict, almost severe, when it comes to family rules. Illegitimate children have no right to inherit.

Burton. As a doctor and a man, he's upright and principled. He forbids his children from keeping lovers

an illegitimate child is born, they'll never have any claim to the inheritance. Actually, it's even harsher-anyone who dares keep a mistress and have an illegitimate child loses their own right to inherit,

a fling. That's why, by

mistresses or illegitimate children, the Burtons have stayed relatively free of mess and drama. Sure, the competition for the position of family head gets fierce,

that's a

from Florrie Watson about the Lerman

the outside, never really part of the inner circle. At first, he didn't even want

met Aurora. Suddenly, he wanted to prove himself worthy of her, and started eyeing

Lermans aren't like the Burtons. There are plenty of illegitimate kids, all desperate for a piece of the pie. Theggle

get

ugly-sometimes even violent.

real bloodshed, not just harsh

Leonard's sister and Aurora both in the car, I'm worried Leonard

person, Star. I can't guarantee your safety if

clawed their way up through blood and

he hated the

what

no saint,

Lermans-those transnational giants. But here in Novaris, on