The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Foreman finally lost control of his temper and swung another punch.

Already injured, he threw all his strength into the blow; his wound tore open again,

staining his shirt red with fresh blood.

But Sellers wasn't one to be easily cowed-he raised his fists and fought back.

Seeing the scuffle escalate, one of Foreman's bodyguards hurried forward,

moving to shield Foreman.

A dangerous gleam flickered in Foreman's eyes-cold and menacing.

He barked an order at the bodyguard beside him. "Tie this man up. I want to see

which is tougher-his mouth or my fist."

The message was clear: Foreman was about to take matters into his own hands.

Sellers' face darkened. "You wouldn't dare! Foreman, open your eyes-I'm not

someone you can just push around!"

Foreman's handsome features were set in ice. "And what about Star? Did you

think she was someone you could just push around?"

Sellers studied Foreman's expression, and suddenly an odd, taunting smile

curved his lips.

"So concerned about Stella... Don't tell me you've fallen for that hand-me-down?"

Both Neville and Foreman's faces went cold at once.

"This man's mouth is disgusting. Shut

set to follow Neville, that

villa

Stella was hurt.

burned through Foreman's chest like

else mattered now-he had to wring Stella's whereabouts out of

matter what it

unfold, his face

intervene.

do it, he would

for offending the head of the Burton family? That was

time.

were the best

little for

front of them.

them delivered a vicious slap across

strength behind it was terrifying nothing an ordinary man could

knocked a tooth

mouth, leaving

unable to react for

long moment.

cold voice sounded above

Burton, where's Star? Maybe now

realize this is Sandford. If we wanted to kill

all

Even if someone

you

You and Leonard are

woman. If he killed

you,

it?"