The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 1221

By the time Foreman and his men arrived, the scene was pure chaos.

He saw Leonard, alright-battered and broken.

He could have finished Leonard right then and there. But when he saw Leonard's men scrambling in another direction, he knew they were after Joshua.

After a moment's hesitation, Foreman made his choice: he would go after Joshua. Leonard was a broken man; killing him would be child's play. Joshua, however, was a different story. He was by Stella's side day in and day out, and Foreman had come to despise him even more than Leonard. He was a thorn in Foreman's side, an obstacle that had to be removed.

Joshua had made a quick retreat. The explosion had thrown the Lerman family into disarray, and with Leonard unconscious, his men were leaderless. They never even got close to catching him. Foreman and his team had slipped in during the confusion, but they'd lost Joshua's trail as well.

Just as Foreman was about to give up the chase, he spotted them-impossibly- in the Lerman family's garden.

Foreman stared in disbelief. After raising all that hell, shouldn't Joshua be halfway across the state by now? But the madman hadn't fled. Instead, he was in the middle of the enemy's garden, picking a flower. *What kind of sane person does that?*

the most was that he had tipped Leonard off, given him time to prepare. And still, Leonard hadn't managed to lay a single scratch on Joshua. The man had walked into the lion's

drew the attention of Leonard's men, so he couldn't linger. He saw

the past two days, Stella's

used it for anything but work so Foreman had no way finding out what was going on. So this morning, he'd called herunder

Foreman had his own. But it suddenly dawned on him that in all the time he'd known him, Joshua had

reached the hospital room, he was surprised to find Stella wasn't there. Joshua was alone, lying still and silent in the bed, apparently fast

a vase on the nightstand sat a single, vibrant

ein

the garden. The reason

the kind you couldn't forget even if you

Joshua's sleeping form, and a cold fury

was infuriatingly lucky. He'd survived Leonard's ambush,

own bullet hadn't been