The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 1773

A look of immense joy appeared in Stella's eyes. She was about to run in the direction Leonard was looking but suddenly remembered something.

She stopped and turned back to Leonard.

"You need to go. Now."

Leonard smiled faintly.

He was a little jealous, yet also a little satisfied. He knew she was telling him to leave for Joshua's sake.

But the fact that she didn't want him to die was enough.

Seeing him just standing there, Stella frowned.

"What are you waiting for? Get out of here!"

Leonard gave her one last deep look before finally turning and boarding the helicopter.

Only when the helicopter was in the air did the tension finally leave Stella's body.

It felt like a dream. She was finally back.

Just then, she caught a glimpse of a tall, lean figure running toward her.

Her heart skipped a beat. She hadn't even called out his name, "Joshua," before she was pulled into a tight embrace.

Though it had only been a month, for Stella, it felt like a lifetime had passed.

"Star," the man's low, hoarse voice whispered in her ear. "I finally found you."

Held tightly in Joshua's arms, Stella could feel his heart hammering against his ribs.

He held her so tightly it almost hurt.

But Stella didn't push him away. Instead, she gently wrapped her arms around his waist, trying to comfort him.

As if remembering something, Joshua released her and began to examine her carefully from head to toe.

"Star, are you hurt?"

But it was too late. In the blink of an eye, Joshua had drawn his gun and fired.

A bolt of lightning tore across the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder that drowned out the gunshot.

The bullet pierced the helicopter's windshield and struck Leonard.

With no one at the controls, the aircraft began to sway wildly in the air.

Raindrops, cold and sharp, began to fall on Stella's face.

Thunder and lightning flashed overhead.

Stella watched as the helicopter Leonard was piloting wobbled and plunged into the dark, churning sea. It was quickly swallowed by the violent waves, disappearing without a trace.

Joshua watched the scene unfold with a blank expression. His face was a mask of cold fury, his chiseled features mirroring the storm-lashed sky—dark, sharp, and lethal.

Leonard had been shot, his fate already uncertain, and now his helicopter had crashed into such turbulent waters.

Leonard... his chances of survival were slim to none.