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.

bodyguard. "This man's mouth is disgusting.

already knew, from the people he'd set

that villa belonged

Stella was hurt.

thought burned through Foreman's chest like

mattered now-he had to wring Stella's

matter what

his face expressionless, making no

intervene.

if Foreman didn't do it, he

the Burton

time.

were the best money could

only to Foreman, caring little for whose son or patriarch

front of them.

a vicious slap across Sellers'

strength behind it was terrifying nothing an ordinary man could

blow knocked

mouth, leaving

unable to react for

long moment.

cold voice sounded

Star? Maybe

man-you must realize this is Sandford. If we wanted to kill

be all too

of reach. Even if someone comes looking, they'll

you saw

You and Leonard are

same woman. If

silence you, who would

it?"