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?"

"If you still can't get her out of

agonized scream tore from Stuart's throat before he

even the servers waiting in the hallway heard it.

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

scream, dread clenched his heart. He didn't hesitate

family, Stuart's father, turned pale as soon as

the door, a

was twisted with

Mr. Gibson nearly fainted at the sight

was unconscious, sprawled

on the

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unnatural angles.as be

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

have spared a thought for some woman. But then he remembered Stella

his brain for a way to handle the situation when he arrived- only to find his son barely clinging

nearly took his breath away. Pointing a trembling finger at Stella, he sputtered, "You...

focus was on his son's battered body; he didn't