The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

After lowering the binoculars, Foreman picked up his phone and continued giving orders. "Keep those online trolls trashing Aurora. Don't let up for a second.

And bribe a few contestants. If Aurora dares to show up, make sure someone's there to deal with her."

Just an illegitimate girl, he thought. Did she really believe she could take Star's place?

Star was too kind. Out of family loyalty, she'd never go after Aurora herself.

But Foreman had no such qualms.

This was Sandford his city. If Aurora set foot in his territory, he'd make sure she got a lesson she'd never forget.

***

By the time Leonard and Simone arrived, they were greeted by the sight of Aurora huddled on the ground, surrounded by a mob pelting her with whatever they could get their hands on.

Their taunts and insults were just as vicious as their aim-cruel words flung alongside bottles and trash.

Aurora had come to, but she didn't faint again. Her head hung low, her hair falling over her face, hiding whatever she might be feeling from the world.

Sellers and Sherman had tried to protect her-Sherman carrying Aurora, Sellers on his own-but they were hopelessly outnumbered. The mob kept their distance, content to throw things from afar rather than get close.

he did what he could to shield

burned with

and hurled it at one of the men about to throw a

split the

hand was pierced clean through, blood

sent a ripple of panic through the

was

the wounded man, murder in his eyes, ready to finish what he'd started. Sellers stepped forward quickly, frowning, and blocked

his bloodshot

Sellers felt a chill under that

my hands dirty,"

kept his own voice

P.n

up far too quickly someone tipped them off. We're probably being watched. If you go too far, they'll just call Aurora a killer, and

of Aurora's name seemed to bring Leonard back from the

"Let's go to my place. It's safe-no one can

Sellers nodded.

nobody dared make another move. They could

***

Lerman family estate.