The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Neville didn't hesitate for a second. He didn't even leave the airport—instead, he called his assistant right away.

"Book the fastest private jet to Sandford," he ordered. "And mobilize everyone we have near Sandford."

He paused, his tone darkening. "One more thing-look into Foreman Richards' recent movements."

After ending the call, Neville stared down in thought for a moment before dialing Foreman himself.

No answer. The phone just kept ringing.

Neville wasn't the type to sit around wasting time on unanswered calls. Within minutes, he was boarding his flight to Sandford.

Fortunately, Sandford wasn't far from Neo-Vespera; the trip would take just two hours.

By the time Neville arrived, it was already deep into the night.

While en route, his assistant had been busy, pulling together everything they could find about Foreman and Stella's recent schedules. Stella had been attending competitions-nothing out of the ordinary there. But Foreman, apparently, had been attacked and hospitalized not long ago.

the information Neville was able to get was patchy at best. He

an ambush wasn't exactly surprising. Stella, meanwhile, was still out of reach, but what

but this time the call went straight

a flight, racing over here as well. Neville had no idea exactly where Joshua was, but if he could

muttered the name

hadn't kept that from him. Neville hadn't interacted with Foreman much

had met him a few times. Foreman always struck him as a gentleman calm, collected, with a warmth that put people at

someone like that to betray his closest friends and

Foreman's territory. Could it be... Foreman was hiding

It wasn't impossible.

Haynes O'Brien's divorce from

Stella-sure

Rachel Pearce had

friends had played a crucial part as well. Jasper Wilkinson was a lost cause-Rachel's loyal lapdog But Foreman... With his intellect, if he'd chosen to warn Haynes at the right time, maybe Stella and Haynes wouldn't have fallen apart this way. Maybe, Neville thought, Foreman