The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 1881

Aurora pulled a file from her nightstand drawer.

"I've been looking into this for a long time. Dodging Joshua's spies and informants cost me a lot of time, but I managed to dig up some highly useful intel.

Sellers knows my current situation. Stripped of my shares, I'm just like Israel Williams—completely disqualified from taking the reins of the family.

From now on, I'm afraid I won't have the ammunition to go up against Stella Cameron.

Consider this file my way of repaying Sellers for still being willing to visit me."

Returning from Aurora's place, Sellers Burton was in an excellent mood.

The information she had provided was absolutely critical.

Aurora was easily one of the most brilliant women Sellers had ever encountered—her mind was a lethal weapon.

If it hadn't been for Stella and Joshua crashing the party, it would have only been a matter of time before Aurora claimed her spot as the head of the Williams family.

Upon returning home, Sellers went straight to his study.

He carefully flipped through the results of Aurora's investigation.

After Joshua returned, he had spent a full three months recovering, which proved just how devastating his injuries had been.

Aurora discovered that exactly three months after Joshua had healed, several warlord families in a war-torn, volatile country had met sudden, gruesome ends—highly suggestive of a brutal retaliation.

She suspected that Joshua was the architect of their deaths.

But it was only a theory. Too much time had passed, making it nearly impossible to trace any concrete evidence back to him.

Aurora had looked into those warlords; they were local tyrants, even more vicious and entrenched than the Fordham brothers down in the Delta.

She suggested that Sellers could use this angle to push Joshua's buttons.

Aurora replied, "Because Leonard controls half the media empire. Without his tacit approval, my scandal would have been buried by the Williams and Chapman families a long time ago.

Because of that, I'm guessing Leonard is still breathing."

Recalling Aurora's words, Sellers couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for her.

She hadn't lost because she lacked the claws or the cunning; she had lost because her luck was tragically bad.

Sellers was so engrossed in the files that he completely failed to notice the sudden intrusion in his study.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he suddenly realized the room was eerily, unnervingly quiet.

He looked up, his gaze sweeping the room, and caught sight of a strikingly handsome figure leaning casually against the doorframe.

His pupils shrank to pinpricks.