The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

As that thought crossed Neville's mind, a hard, dangerous glint flickered in his eyes.

He pressed on. "Then tell me, why was your phone found there?"

Sellers replied evenly, "I lost my phone not long ago. I have no idea how it ended up there."

Sellers hadn't become the head of his family by being naïve. He was slick-no police interrogation or cross-examination could trip him up.

Neville's lips curled into a cold smile. "That's odd, because Joshua told me you've been with Leonard the whole time."

Without missing a beat, Sellers replied, "Before I lost my phone, yes, I did see Leonard. I even got a call from Joshua. But what does any of that have to do with you?"

Neville's tone turned icy. "Stella's missing. We believe Leonard kidnapped her. And you-being with Leonard-are likely involved."

Sellers arched an eyebrow, unimpressed. "You 'believe'? So you don't actually have any real proof Stella was kidnapped by Leonard. You don't even know for sure who took her, yet here you are, barging in and throwing around accusations?"

He let out a short, cold laugh. "Neville, I'm not one of your subordinates to be ordered around. Out of respect for Stella and my father, I let you search this place. That's already more than generous."

Sellers glanced at the men blocking his path, making it clear he wouldn't back down.

"Step aside. If you keep trying to stop me, don't blame me for what happens next."

to break under pressure. If he

lighter, almost mocking. "Tough talk, Mr. Burton. Have you forgotten whose turf you're

Will

he was the one being detained-caught

else's territory, he had no choice but to swallow his pride. Shooting

...

Sellers from his assistant for

nothing. His assistant and

by, Neville was on the verge

gone. His face was set, lips

a word, he grabbed Sellers by

"Where is Star?!"

of fear, barely even looked

second later, Foreman's

stunned-Foreman, the cool-headed, polite

ask you again. Where is

Sellers

Sawled on the floor,