The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

It was Keen's first time here, and everything about the place intrigued him.

Stella had prepared a room just for him.

Her apartment was spacious; besides her own bedroom, and the ones reserved for Abby Murphy and Marvin, there were still two empty rooms left.

When she finished making up the guest room, Stella found Keen sitting quietly on the living room couch, lost in thought.

She walked over and asked, "What would you like for dinner tonight? I'll cook something for you."

Keen snapped out of his daze. "Your hand is hurt, Mom. You shouldn't be cooking. Let's just order takeout instead."

As he spoke, something seemed to occur to him. He turned to Stella and said, "Mom, that ointment I gave you isn't just for scars. It helps with swelling and bruises, too."

Eager to be helpful, Keen added, "Let me put some on your hand."

Stella didn't refuse. She took the ointment Keen had given her out of her bag.

Keen tried to recall the instructions Mr. Richards had told him, and then gently applied the ointment to the scrape on Stella's arm.

A faint, soothing fragrance slowly filled the room.

Stella had studied medicine for a while, so she could tell at a glance that the ointment was of excellent quality.

asked, "Did your father give this to

shook his head. "No, I bought it

Stella didn't press further.

O'Brien Group, President's Office.

Karl's situation to

listened, frowning. "You're saying Karl was stripped naked and dumped in

up a bit, but apparently someone else was watching

eyes turned cold. "Sellers will probably pin this whole mess

one thing, but humiliating them like that is

picked up his teacup and took a

we've covered our tracks perfectly this time. There's no way they can trace this back to us. And judging by what

gave a faint smile. "And even if they

afraid

now?" vel

low. "I'm not

me is

blame, he might

his tone certain and

looked at him. "And how can you

paused on the cup, a