The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 1252

The moment he saw Joshua, the smile on Foreman's face tightened.

"Star likes music boxes," he explained coolly. "It's only natural I'd give her something she likes."

Joshua's tone was laced with insinuation. "Is it that Star likes them, or is it you, Mr. Richards? Or perhaps..." His gaze shifted to the music box in Stella's hands. "Is there something special about them?"

A flicker of stiffness crossed Foreman's face before vanishing. "There's nothing special about them. The only unique thing is that they're all crafted by the same master sculptor."

Joshua raised an eyebrow, feigning keen interest. "And which master sculptor would that be, Mr. Richards?" He added, "I find this music box quite charming myself. I'd love to know where you bought it so I can get one too."

"The artist's name is Louis," Foreman said dismissively. "He's a wanderer, travels constantly for inspiration. There's no telling where he'll turn up."

Joshua pressed on, "You've given her so many music boxes, so you must have a way of finding him. Or are you

no master sculptor. Joshua's relentless

his whereabouts," he said,

I have a

interest, Stella handed

took the music box and

The

and soul into carving this for Stella, and now it was being held by the man loathed most. A wave of

hidden compartment containing a listening device he had installed. He wanted to hear how Joshua was poisoning Stella's mind when they were alone The compartment was protected by a delicate mechanism; any attempt to force it open

normal. He never played by the

to drift, a sharp *crack* echoed through the room. The music box had slipped from Joshua's grasp and shattered on the

eyes, fixed on the splintered