The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 976

If it weren't for his hatred toward Stella and Foreman, Sellers would have never survived this long.

As Foreman stepped into the basement, he found Sellers sprawled on the floor, beaten and broken, pitiful as a stray dog left for dead.

A flicker of regret crossed Foreman's eyes.

Not long ago, Neville had told him that Karl and Sherman had gone to confront Stella, demanding she release the prisoner. Neville hadn't spelled it out, but the message was clear enough.

Karl's people had tracked them down.

There are no secrets that can't be uncovered. Sooner or later, Karl would find his way here.

Foreman knew he was running out of options.

Either let Sellers go, or make sure there was nothing left for anyone to find.

He'd brought Sellers here for a reason; he'd made up his mind from the start.

If he killed Sellers and disposed of the body, perhaps suspicion would never fall on him. But if he let Sellers walk free, the threat would never truly go away.

of disappointment shadowing his face. He hadn't tormented Sellers nearly enough. But with his trip to Solmaris with Stella coming up, he wouldn't have much free time.

knife, ready to

broken Sellers so thoroughly, he didn't

as Foreman raised his arm, Sellers' eyes snapped open, a deadly glint flashing in their

one swift motion, Sellers grabbed Foreman's wrist and

of color as he tried to snatch it back,

family heir kicked in. Even

plunged the knife

was grievously wounded, his strength failing him. The blade missed its mark, but it was enough

to finish the job. He turned

him at risk again; any delay, and

ignoring the knife wound, staggered after

he reached the hallway,

expression twisted in

pulled out his phone and barked orders to his assistant, sending men to

already left Sandford;

desperate Sellers might have

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for a week before catching a flight