The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 1088

Shawn’s heart fluttered like a cat pawing at a ball of yarn—restless, itching, wanting more.

“Of course not. Even if I lied to anyone else, I wouldn’t dare try it on a gorgeous woman like you, Ms. Cameron.”

He was practically spellbound, his composure slipping away with each passing second. Grinning, he raised his glass, inching closer to Stella.

“To Ms. Cameron,” he said, eyes gleaming with thinly veiled desire. He tried to tip her delicate chin up with the rim of his glass, aiming to press her lips to the drink.

Stella’s expression turned ice-cold in an instant.

With a swift, decisive motion, she snatched the glass from his hand and flung its contents straight into Shawn’s face.

The private lounge, which had been filled with laughter and chatter, fell eerily silent.

Everyone stared, stunned. No one even dared to breathe.

Shawn, now dripping and humiliated, snapped back to his senses. Pointing an angry finger at Stella, he exploded, “Did you really just throw that at me?! Don’t you want this contract anymore?!”

Stella’s face remained impassive. “Not enough to sell myself for it.”

Exposed and publicly humiliated, Shawn’s anger boiled over.

“You think you’re so pure, huh? Just another used-up tramp pretending to be innocent. You—”

He never finished. Suddenly, a hand slammed his head down onto the bar with a sickening thud.

“Crash!”

Bottles and glasses shattered, spilling liquor everywhere.

The shock was enough to silence the whole room—no one dared to move.

Shawn was left sprawled over the bar in a humiliating pose, his head pinned down by the foot of a sharply dressed, strikingly handsome young man.

Stella, for her part, didn’t look the least bit surprised or upset.

She knew Shawn wasn’t the first, and he certainly wouldn’t be the last.

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