The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 911

Everyone’s eyes were fixed anxiously on Stella.

No one had anticipated Leonard would go this far.

Stella stood with a gun aimed at her. Aside from a noticeable pallor, she stayed remarkably composed—her expression calm, not a trace of terror in her features.

She spoke up, her voice steady. “No, it isn’t.”

Leonard narrowed his eyes. “Ms. Cameron, I told you—I can’t stand liars.”

Stella’s reply was cool. “And I can’t stand having a gun pointed at me.”

Leonard’s gaze was glacial. “If you don’t want to be threatened, you’d better answer my question.”

Her tone didn’t waver. “I already have. Perhaps Mr. Lerman has a hearing problem? Or—”

She lifted her chin, meeting Leonard’s cold, murderous stare.

“Or maybe my answer just isn’t what you wanted to hear? If that’s the case, Mr. Lerman, why don’t you tell me exactly what you want to hear? I’ll answer accordingly. Or, you could just go ahead and shoot me now—save us both the trouble.”

As her words faded, Haynes, Skyler, and Jonathan all turned pale, shouting in unison.

“Star!”

Leonard was already notorious for being unhinged, and Stella was only provoking him further—did she have a death wish?

Leonard’s pupils contracted, a flash of icy malice in his eyes.

This woman dared to challenge him?

He spoke with a chilling calm. “Don’t think I wouldn’t pull the trigger.”

Stella smiled ever so slightly, completely unafraid.

“Then do it.”

Leonard’s grip tightened, cold light flickering in his eyes as he slowly squeezed the trigger. The click was loud in the tense silence.

Skyler snapped, “Leonard, that’s enough! This is the Williams estate, not your personal playground!”

Leonard ignored him, the gun still aimed squarely at Stella.

Leonard was a maniac—he respected no one, not even Skyler. Only Aurora had any sway over him.

“Leonard,” Aurora’s delicate face was set in grim determination. “What do you think you’re doing? Planning to commit murder in my home?”

He gave a faint, careless smile. “Of course not. I was just having a little fun with Ms. Cameron.”

Haynes’ voice was sharp. “Is that what you call fun?”

The murderous edge faded from Leonard’s face, replaced by a hint of sheepishness.

“It was just a joke. The gun’s a replica.”

Haynes frowned, examining the weapon in his hand.

It looked and felt just like a real gun. But there were no bullets—it was, in fact, a fake.

Leonard glanced at Haynes. “Mr. O’Brien, see? I wasn’t lying. It’s only a prop.”

He spread his hands, sounding almost sincere. “I just wanted to scare Ms. Cameron a little.”