The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 1187

Stuart hadn't even finished his sentence before Joshua was already standing before him.

With a single hand, Joshua lifted him off the floor as if he weighed nothing more than a rag doll.

Those cold, fathomless eyes stared at Stuart without a hint of emotion. Joshua's voice was low, edged with a chill that could cut through bone.

"And then?"

On his way back, Joshua had run into a waiter who'd "accidentally" spilled wine down his shirt. But Joshua was far too sharp to fall for such a cheap trick; he'd seen right through it and hurried back.

Now, faced with those icy, almost predatory eyes, Stuart felt his soul nearly flee his body.

He had never encountered a gaze so cold, so terrifying. It was as if the eyes of the dead had been set in the face of the living.

At this point, all Stuart could feel was instinctive fear—he still hadn't grasped just how grave the situation was.

He stammered, "Let me deal with her. If anything goes wrong afterward, I'll take the blame!"

Joshua's dark eyes narrowed. "You want me... to hand her over to you?"

still can't get her

piercing, agonized scream tore from Stuart's throat

the servers waiting in the

the assistant rushed off to get help, but it was

Stuart's unmistakable scream, dread clenched his heart. He didn't hesitate he ran to

head of the Gibson family, Stuart's father, turned pale as soon as he

the time he reached the door, a

was twisted with

fainted at the sight of

sprawled

on the

l.ne

angles.as

assistant, as always, insisted that the woman had tried to

wouldn't have spared a thought for some woman. But then he remembered Stella was the heiress of the William's family, which made things

the situation when

nearly took his breath away. Pointing a

his son's battered body; he didn't