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?"

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

agonized scream tore from

waiting

assistant rushed off to get help, but it

his heart.

father, turned pale as soon as he heard what had happened, and

the time he reached the door, a crowd had

twisted with shock and

fainted at the sight of his son lying in a pool

unconscious, sprawled r.

on the

l.ne

crushed, his limbs twisted at unnatural angles.as be hugged his broken body

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

some woman. But then he remembered Stella was the

handle the situation when he arrived- only to

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

body; he didn't notice the suffocating