The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 946

Leonard had only destroyed her hand—her legs were still intact.

Now, the instinct to survive surged through Stella, unlocking every last ounce of strength in her body.

The driver hesitated, startled for a moment, then instinctively moved to give chase. But when he saw Leonard bleeding profusely, he froze. He couldn’t just leave Leonard, wounded and helpless, alone in the middle of nowhere.

While he stood wavering, Stella had already vanished into the wild, disappearing among the trees. By the time he came to his senses, it was too late to even consider pursuing her.

He quickly turned back to Leonard, kneeling down to staunch the bleeding as best he could.

Stella’s knife had cut deep—no one could tell exactly where it struck, but whatever nerve she'd hit in Leonard’s thigh had left his leg completely numb and useless.

As Stella’s silhouette disappeared into the wilderness, Leonard’s eyes narrowed, cold and dark with fury.

…

Stella ran blindly through the undergrowth, with no idea where she was headed.

She couldn’t let Leonard catch her. If he did, death would be a mercy.

With every stride, the adrenaline that had kept her going began to ebb away. The pain in her hand flared, intensifying—especially where Leonard’s blade had pierced her palm. The wound had reopened, blood seeping through her trembling fingers.

Her strength was fading fast. Her vision blurred at the edges.

She forced herself onward, desperately repeating in her mind that she could not, must not, lose consciousness.

But this place was just too remote, too still—an endless, silent expanse with no end in sight.

She had no idea how far she’d run before her body finally gave out. She collapsed to the ground and blacked out.

…

Neville had managed to track Sellers’ phone.

By the time he arrived at the location, the place was deserted. The only sign of what had happened were dark, dried stains on the floor—blood.

Neville’s pupils narrowed, his heart clenching with dread.

Sandford was Foreman’s territory, after all—his sources were far more reliable than Neville’s.

Neville’s gaze grew thoughtful. “Send a team to check it out. Keep me updated with anything you find.”

There was a chance Sellers was holding Stella hostage. Foreman’s people could handle the lead at the bridge—Neville would focus on this end. He couldn’t risk letting both slip through their fingers.

…

Meanwhile, Foreman was keeping close tabs on Neville’s every move.

When he heard Neville had tracked down a certain house, Foreman immediately had his driver turn the car around.

“Follow him. If Neville’s on to something, I want to know about it.”

The driver hesitated. “But sir, we’re still watching the cars by the bridge. Don’t you want to check that out too?”

A sharp gleam flashed in Foreman’s eyes. “If someone’s making themselves that obvious, they’re probably trying to distract us. Anyone who actually wanted to escape would lie low, not draw attention.”