The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 963

Simone froze, caught off guard. Instinctively, she protested, "Leon, are you sure you're not mistaken? Joshua has no grudge against you-why would he try to kill you?"

Leonard's reply was strained, each word forced through clenched teeth.

"He did it for Stella."

"For Stella?" Simone actually let out a soft laugh. "Leon, I think you've really misunderstood Joshua. Something happened with his family a while back-he was called away to handle it. I heard from people connected to the Gardners that the chaos only just settled down in the past day or two. He hasn't had a moment to spare, let alone come after you. And besides, what reason would he possibly have to hurt you?"

Leonard hadn't expected his sister—who had always trusted him without question to side with an outsider. His anger spiked.

"You think I'd lie to you?"

Simone shook her head. "Aurora and I reviewed the security footage from the contract signing. The shooter was positioned in a building across the street, three blocks from the venue, and used a sniper rifle."

The signing had been with the president of Lythania. The event was crowded and broadcasted live worldwide, but security was airtight-anyone entering the hall underwent rigorous screening. Not a single weapon, not even a sharp object, was allowed inside.

Security was even stricter than at an airport. Nearby buildings had been swept and locked down one by one to prevent any assassination attempts.

pull something like that

"Besides, Joshua

emotion overtook him. He began

Simone quickly

We need a

By the time the medical team arrived, Leonard's condition had worsened from the emotional shock, and he was rushed into the

...

Sandford.

his son left the hospital, Antoney Watson

competition, and after reaching out to Abby, learned what had happened. Antoney had flown back from overseas as soon

Antoney's heart. He'd

a moment, tears welled in his eyes at the sight of her injured

“Dr. Burton is an excellent surgeon. I'll be able to handle day-to-day things just

in Candida's throat. If Stella could only manage basic daily tasks, did that mean she'd never play the violin

Stella turned to Candida. "Candida, don't worry about the studio. I'm not shutting it down. You can keep working

stung with emotion; she nearly