The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 529

Stella suddenly spoke up. “Who are you, anyway?”

Karl froze, thinking for a moment that maybe Stella didn’t know who he was.

He was about to answer when Stella continued, “And why should I listen to you?”

That’s when it hit Karl—she wasn’t clueless about his identity at all. She was just provoking him on purpose.

A cold, almost mocking smile crept across Karl’s lips.

“Stella, just because you managed to win over Mr. Burton and Candida doesn’t mean I can’t deal with you.”

No wonder Sherman couldn’t stand her. This woman really was impossible.

Stella gave a faint, unapologetic smile. “If you really could deal with me, would you be wasting time saying all this? Why not go straight to Mr. Burton and Candida and expose me? Or is it that you just don’t want to?”

She had no patience for cheaters, especially ones like Karl—ungrateful, manipulative types.

Haynes might have been a jerk, but at least he was honest about it.

Karl, though, was something else entirely.

He was the kind of man you read about online—the type who, the moment he got what he wanted, would turn on the person who trusted him most.

Honestly, he made Haynes look almost tolerable by comparison.

Karl’s brow furrowed. He had never been good with words, and now he was completely at a loss for what to say. His eyes, however, glinted with a cold, razor-sharp intensity.

The rest of the walk passed in silence until they reached the door to Mr. Burton’s lounge.

Inside, the room was unexpectedly crowded.

Sherman was there, his head wrapped with a pristine white bandage where he’d been treated. Aurora stood at his side, concern etched on her face.

“Sherman, are you sure you don’t need to go to the hospital?”

Sherman’s sharply handsome features were a little pale, but he shrugged off her concern. “I’m fine.”

Sensing her gaze, the man looked up and met her eyes.

Despite the sternness of his features, he offered her a warm, friendly smile.

Stella returned it with a polite smile of her own, then turned to greet Mr. Burton.

“Mr. Burton,” she said.

He nodded, his expression unreadable. “Sherman says it was you who hit him?”

Stella nodded calmly. “Yes, Mr. Burton. I was on my way to the performance when Sherman suddenly blocked my path and tried to drag me away. I was afraid he’d hurt me, so I panicked and knocked him out. Later, Mr. Connolly showed up; he was worried Sherman would retaliate and disrupt the show, so he locked him in the room for the time being.”

She recounted the whole story without a hint of hesitation.

Sherman listened, his face blank. “Why would I want to hurt you?”

Stella shot back, “That’s something you’ll have to ask Mr. Burton—why did you try to drag me away in the first place?”