The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 939

Abby’s eyes were bloodshot, her voice raw with anguish. “Star, don’t—please! Let them come after me, just me! I don’t want you sacrificing yourself for me!”

Leonard frowned. “Too loud.”

One of the bodyguards understood and slapped Abby hard across the face.

She fell to the floor, dazed but defiant, refusing to give in. In that moment, hatred eclipsed her fear. She glared at Leonard, hurling every hateful word she could summon.

But Leonard didn’t even look her way. Her venom meant nothing; to him, she was an insect—not even worth his anger.

Then a sharp, sickening crack cut through the silence.

Everything seemed to freeze.

Abby’s curses died on her lips. She stared, stunned, at Stella. Even Sellers couldn’t help but glance over, an odd glimmer in his eyes.

This woman was truly ruthless. She actually did it. With a mind like hers, she could become a real threat to Aurora one day.

Leonard, it seemed, had always known.

Stella’s face went white from pain, cold sweat beading on her brow. A strangled groan escaped her as the hammer fell from her trembling hand. She nearly blacked out from the agony.

Leonard’s voice drifted toward her, cold and distant—like something risen from hell.

“Ms. Cameron, what are you waiting for? The next finger.”

Pain clouded Stella’s mind, making her vision swim. She couldn’t even manage to pick up the hammer again.

Leonard only sneered. “Looks like Ms. Cameron can’t keep up. Let her rest a bit, then.”

Just now, she hadn’t bargained with him—she’d simply acted, brutally and decisively. Her resolve and self-sacrifice would put most men to shame. If they weren’t enemies, he might have admired her.

He signaled for the man to step back.

Maybe pain had numbed her by now, but Stella continued, her movements brisk and determined, without the slightest hesitation.

Abby sobbed uncontrollably, clutching her fists so tightly her knuckles blanched. For the first time, she tasted the raw, burning hatred that made someone want to kill.

Leonard and Sellers watched with stone-cold faces, unmoved.

After Stella smashed the last of her five fingers, she let the hammer fall and whispered, her voice barely a thread, “My hand’s done for. I doubt I can keep going on my own. Mr. Lerman, perhaps you’d like to have someone finish the job?”

Sellers looked at Stella and sneered silently to himself.