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.

man's mouth is disgusting.

set

that villa belonged to

Stella was hurt.

thought burned through Foreman's chest like

mattered now-he had to wring Stella's

matter what

it all unfold, his face expressionless,

intervene.

do it, he would

the head of the Burton family? That was a problem

time.

bodyguards were the best

Foreman, caring little for whose son or patriarch

front of them.

of them delivered a vicious slap

terrifying nothing an ordinary

knocked

leaving him

unable to react

long moment.

cold voice sounded above

Maybe now you'll tell

realize this is Sandford. If we wanted to kill

all

reach. Even if someone comes looking, they'll

last person you saw today

and Leonard are

the same woman. If he killed

you,

it?"