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?"

hesitation. "If you still can't get her out of your

from

even the servers waiting in the

stall Joshua, the assistant rushed off to get help, but it was

dread clenched his heart. He didn't hesitate he ran to call for

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

reached the door, a crowd had already gathered outside the

face in the hallway was twisted with shock and fear; people blanched,

nearly fainted at the sight of

unconscious, sprawled r. His teeth

on the

l.ne

at unnatural angles.as be hugged

Stuart's assistant, as always, insisted that the woman had tried to seduce

wouldn't have spared a thought for some woman. But then he remembered Stella was the heiress

the situation

shock nearly took his breath away. Pointing a trembling finger at Stella, he

his focus was on his son's battered body; he didn't notice the suffocating tension that filled