The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 949

Foreman finally lost control of his temper and swung another punch.

Already injured, he threw all his strength into the blow; his wound tore open again, staining his shirt red with fresh blood.

But Sellers wasn’t one to be easily cowed—he raised his fists and fought back.

Seeing the scuffle escalate, one of Foreman’s bodyguards hurried forward, moving to shield Foreman.

A dangerous gleam flickered in Foreman’s eyes—cold and menacing.

He barked an order at the bodyguard beside him. “Tie this man up. I want to see which is tougher—his mouth or my fist.”

The message was clear: Foreman was about to take matters into his own hands.

Sellers’ face darkened. “You wouldn’t dare! Foreman, open your eyes—I’m not someone you can just push around!”

Foreman’s handsome features were set in ice. “And what about Star? Did you think she was someone you could just push around?”

Sellers studied Foreman’s expression, and suddenly an odd, taunting smile curved his lips.

“So concerned about Stella… Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for that hand-me-down?”

Both Neville and Foreman’s faces went cold at once.

Foreman turned to the bodyguard. “This man’s mouth is disgusting. Shut him up.”

He already knew, from the people he’d set to follow Neville, that the blood found in that villa belonged to Stella.

Stella was hurt.

The thought burned through Foreman’s chest like wildfire.

Nothing else mattered now—he had to wring Stella’s whereabouts out of Sellers, no matter what it took.

Neville watched it all unfold, his face expressionless, making no move to intervene.

Even if Foreman didn’t do it, he would have.

As for offending the head of the Burton family? That was a problem for another time.

Foreman’s bodyguards were the best money could buy.

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