The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 413

A flicker of emotion passed through Haynes’s eyes.

Rachel went on, “I don’t want you to go and get revenge on Stella, and I don’t want you to make trouble for her, either. All I want right now is to hold a successful concert and fulfill this dream of mine.”

She paused, her gaze lingering on Haynes, full of unspoken thoughts and tangled emotions.

“And… I just hope you and Jasper will be alright.”

…

At eight that evening, Stella and Antoney arrived right on time at Mr. Walden’s music soirée.

It had been a while since Stella last saw Antoney. Tonight, she noticed a shadow clouding his usually cheerful face.

“Antoney,” she said softly, “is something bothering you?”

He was about to answer when a tall, imposing figure suddenly stepped between them.

“Stella, I’d like a word.”

Before Stella could respond, Antoney moved forward, placing himself protectively in front of her, eyes wary as he stared down Haynes.

“What do you want, Haynes?”

Haynes shot him a dismissive glance, clearly not taking him seriously. “Maybe you should worry about your own problems instead of meddling in other people’s business.”

Antoney’s handsome face stiffened.

Stella glanced at him, concern in her eyes. “What’s going on, Antoney?”

His voice came out unexpectedly hoarse. “...It’s nothing.”

She wanted to press further, but Haynes’s cool, clear voice cut in first.

Stella took the papers. The terms were exactly as she’d expected: he wanted her to hand the studio over to Rachel. In return, he’d compensate her with two million up front—a generous sum, by any standard.

Still…

“I assume Jasper and Rachel have told you what compensation I’m asking for,” she said coolly.

Haynes’s tone was heavy. “Stella, you know that’s impossible.”

She shook her head, regret in her eyes. “Then there’s nothing left to discuss.”

Haynes stared at her, his dark gaze narrowing, a hint of danger simmering beneath the surface.

“Sign it. Remove Jasper’s name from the trending lists. If you admit to orchestrating the smear against Rachel’s studio, I’ll let it go—and you’ll still get the compensation.”

Stella arched an eyebrow. “What happened to Rachel’s studio?”