The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 1029

Antoney ground his teeth. "Star is his own daughter. How could he treat her so coldly?"

Nicolle replied, "Skyler has more than a few children, and Stella barely grew up around him. There was never much of a bond to begin with."

She shrugged. "Besides, families like theirs care about power and profit, not emotions. Skyler's the worst of the lot. Remember when Nora waited years for him, running the company for his sake? As soon as he recovered his memory, he couldn't toss her out of Williams Enterprises fast enough."

Antoney's lips parted as if to protest, but in the end no words came. He knew deep down that Nicolle was right.

She continued, "I didn't call you here so you could stick up for Stella. Right now, you're in no position to help her—and honestly, she doesn't need you interfering."

A faint, approving smile curved Nicolle's lips. "Stella handled things brilliantly this time. You should take a page from her playbook, see how she managed to stand her ground alone against both family heads."

“Sure, after all this, Williams Enterprises' stock will take a hit. But it's the best shot she'll ever have to break into the company's leadership. Without the incompetence of Skyler and his son, even as Skyler's biological daughter, Stella would be nothing but an outsider. The whole company might unite against her."

a risk if you want to gain anything; you can't have your cake and eat it too. Stella understands that perfectly. If

surface, was actually a last resort-full of heartbreak and helplessness. If she had any real support, why would she choose such

finished her analysis, Antoney

she would never have gone ahead with something so risky without Stella's approval. Abby's

still listening to

the mess Stella left behind, scrambling

the finest, state-of-the-art equipment. The surround sound was flawless, clear as if the speakers were right beside you every word

online could hear everything; for those present in the room,

the family

when they'd been publicly

her composure. Leonard, who usually prided himself on his poker face, felt a

awkward silence