The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 792

“Mr. Harry never misses a chance to call someone useless—maybe he’s just so experienced at being one himself that he’s here to teach the rest of us?”

Stella didn’t care what people said about her. Their attacks and insults never bothered her.

But insulting the people she cared about? That was something she couldn’t let slide.

Now, after Stella’s words, everyone stared at her like she’d lost her mind.

Did she really just talk to Harry like that?

Harry was Father Walden’s protégé—a man with serious influence in the music world.

Harry’s expression darkened, his lips twisting in a cold smile.

He actually laughed, though his anger was barely concealed. “Stella, don’t you want to know why Antoney made that bet with me? It’s because—”

Antoney cut him off abruptly. “Enough!”

Harry scoffed. “I already told you, if you want me to shut up, get on your knees and beg. If you can’t do that, then stay quiet. The fact that I beat you so easily just proves Nora was a failure, doesn’t it?”

Antoney’s fists clenched, his knuckles turning white, eyes burning with rage.

He couldn’t hold back any longer and shot to his feet. “Harry, you—”

Stella, sensing what was about to happen, placed a steadying hand on Antoney’s arm.

She fixed Harry with a hard, icy stare. “You insulted my mother, didn’t you?”

Harry shrugged, utterly unbothered. “Insult? I’m just telling it like it is. She couldn’t even compete with me when I was ten, yet over here, you Novaris people worship her like some kind of legend. Says a lot about the level of violinists in this country. Nora was a loser—a real one. At least she had enough self-awareness to die young. If she were still alive, she’d just be wasting oxygen.”

He didn’t get to finish. A drink came flying across the table, splashing straight into Harry’s face.

“Want to get revenge for your mother and your mentor?” he taunted.

Stella saw right through him. He’d come here, said all these things, just to provoke her—waiting for this moment.

Her voice was as cold as winter frost. “Say it. What do you want to bet?”

Harry was momentarily surprised, then broke into a grin. “Finally, someone who gets it.”

He looked her dead in the eye. “If our team wins the upcoming competition, you quit. Leave the industry. Never touch a violin again.”

Rachel barely contained her excitement, her eyes shining.

Stella’s lips curled into a confident smile. “And if we win, you get down on your knees, in public, and apologize to my mother and to Antoney. The same way you once made my mentor bark like a dog—you’ll do exactly that.”

Harry burst out laughing. “Deal!”