The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 926

According to the security footage, Ms. Cameron and Ms. Murphy... they were most likely taken out with the garbage truck.”

Foreman’s face drained of color, little by little.

He’d been too confident.

He’d thought the hospital was firmly under his control, that it was safe. But Leonard—Leonard had managed to come up with such a despicable, underhanded trick!

Forcing himself to stay calm, Foreman asked, “Have you sent people to look for them?”

His assistant replied softly, “We already have a team on their trail.”

But the situation... didn’t look promising.

If the other side could pull off something like this—spiriting people away right under their noses—they were bound to be excellent at covering their tracks.

Foreman struggled to his feet. “Bring the car around. I’m coming with you.”

The assistant glanced at Foreman’s pale face and spoke gently. “Mr. Richards, you need to rest and recover. If your wound gets worse and you pass out, it’ll only make it harder for us to rescue Ms. Cameron.”

He hesitated, then added, “Should we contact Mr. O'Brien? If Benson finds out Ms. Cameron is missing, he’ll definitely send backup.”

Foreman reflexively refused. “No. Absolutely not. They can’t know about this.”

He had his own reasons—ones he couldn’t share—for keeping Stella at the hospital. And now, because he’d failed to keep her safe, she’d disappeared.

Sandford was his territory. If he had to beg Haynes for help, how pathetic and useless would that make him look?

Foreman closed his eyes and drew a long, steadying breath.

“Send everyone out to search. Star’s only been missing for a short time—they can’t have gotten far. And make sure everyone understands: this stays absolutely confidential. Not a word leaves this team.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll take care of it right away.”

As he watched his assistant hurry off, Foreman felt a stab of regret for the first time. He shouldn’t have risked so much—shouldn’t have gotten himself this badly hurt—just to win Stella’s trust. Now, he was too weak to go looking for her himself.

…

Lately, he’d been relying on her violin recordings to help him sleep. It actually worked—ever since spending time with Stella, his insomnia had eased. Sleep didn’t come as hard as it used to.

Sitting in his chair, Joshua drifted off.

He didn’t know how long he’d been out when he jolted awake.

The music had stopped at some point, replaced by a strange, static hiss from the speakers.

The room was silent and cavernous, the emptiness pressing in with a chill.

A strange heaviness weighed on his chest.

He’d had a nightmare.

Since adulthood, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had one. Even demons, people liked to joke, kept their distance from Joshua Gardner.

But this time, he’d dreamed—of something happening to Stella.