The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 321

Abby Murphy was just stepping out of the kitchen when she saw who had arrived—and her face instantly fell.

“Officer, there must be some mistake. Star hasn’t leaked any trade secrets. Are you sure you’ve got the right person?” she blurted out anxiously.

The officer replied, “Whether there’s been a mistake isn’t for you to decide. Please, miss, we need your cooperation.”

Abby looked like she wanted to argue further, but Stella gently reached out and stopped her.

Stella nodded at the officers. “I understand. I’ll come with you.”

Then she turned to Abby, her voice calm. “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. Just make sure to call my lawyer.”

Seeing how composed Stella was, Abby’s nerves settled—at least a little. Right. She needed to get Star a lawyer.

“And one more thing…” Stella quickly listed off a few instructions.

As Abby registered what Stella was saying, her eyes widened in disbelief. “Star, you… did you already see this coming?”

Stella gave her a small nod.

Moments later, Stella was led away by the police.

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Stella was taken in that evening.

After a long night of questioning, the dawn light was already streaming through the windows.

The interrogation finally ended, and her lawyer arrived to arrange her bail.

He’d actually shown up the night before, requesting to see Stella, but the officers turned him away, claiming she was still under interrogation and couldn’t be visited.

The attorney was from Neville Connolly’s firm. He’d pulled every string he could, and after much back-and-forth, he managed to get Stella released on bail by morning.

“Don’t think spending a little cash will keep you safe. In case you haven’t heard, the police have already confiscated your auction goodies from your place.”

“And your personal accounts? Frozen. Completely.”

“Just so you know, we didn’t come here just to watch your downfall. We’re here to turn in evidence of your crimes.”

“You might be out on bail now, but you’ll be back behind bars soon enough. I’d bet… you won’t even last until tomorrow.”

“And after that, no one can save you. Better get used to the idea of prison life.”

He’d been burned by Stella too many times lately—finally, things were going his way, and he was savoring every moment.

“Stella, if you don’t want to rot in a cell, just ask me for help. For Keen’s sake, maybe I’d put in a good word for you with Haynie.”

Watching Jasper strut and preen, Stella only smiled. Her expression was light, almost amused—not the slightest hint of panic or fear in her eyes.