The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 675

Stella’s eyes fell on Joshua’s shirt, noticing a streak of what looked like spilled soda staining the crisp fabric.

When she glanced across the room, she spotted three trust-fund kids standing opposite Joshua, and it didn’t take long for her to piece together what had just happened—Joshua had clearly run into some trouble.

Honestly, Stella wasn’t the least bit surprised.

This was the kind of exclusive club where the line between the wealthy and everyone else was glaringly obvious. Joshua’s outfit had been picked out by Abby Murphy—not the cheapest thing on the rack, but definitely not designer or custom-tailored. Just ordinary clothes fit for an average young man.

Meanwhile, everyone else in here—the heirs and heiresses of old money—wore suits and dresses that cost more than most people’s yearly salaries. Some of them probably spent six figures on a single outfit. Kids raised in these circles developed a sharp eye for social status, and they could spot an outsider from a mile away.

Joshua was strikingly handsome, which hadn’t escaped the notice of several young women in the club. Stella had seen more than a few of them sneaking glances at him earlier. In fact, when she’d been picking out a horse, someone had even tried to get his number.

Jealousy was inevitable.

Now, the three rich boys looked wary, clearly intimidated by Simone’s presence. They exchanged nervous glances, then, without protest or excuses, started to apologize.

“Sorry about that.”

“We apologize.”

“Really, we didn’t mean anything by it.”

Once they’d finished their chorus of apologies, Simone turned to Joshua, her voice cool but polite. “Mr. Joshua, are you satisfied?”

The message was clear—if he wasn’t, she was more than willing to escalate things further on his behalf.

Joshua nodded. “That’s enough. Thank you.”

Only then did Simone turn back to the trio, her beautiful face frosted with disdain. “Joshua’s kind enough to let this go, but don’t think that means I will. As of today, your memberships are revoked. Don’t set foot in this club again.”

The three boys nodded eagerly, almost tripping over themselves to agree. “Of course, Miss Lerman. We understand.”