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.

Meanwhile, Shawn, still reeling from his public humiliation, slunk into another private lounge. His face was swollen, several teeth were missing, and he whistled when he talked.

“Mr. Lerman, that pretty boy with Stella—he’s trouble. I couldn’t get anywhere near her.”

Leonard sat lounging on the couch, legs crossed, half his face hidden in shadow, his expression unreadable.

“No matter how tough he is, he’s only one man. All you have to do is get her alone. Once you do, you can do whatever you like.”

Shawn hesitated. “But she’s still the Williams family’s heiress…”

Leonard’s voice was low and rough. “Her relationship with the Williams family is already on the rocks. Trust me—if something were to happen, they’d never make a scandal out of it. They’ll sweep it under the rug.”

Shawn still looked doubtful. “She seems pretty tough. If she puts up a fight, I doubt it’ll be that easy.”

Something small and discreet landed in Shawn’s hand.

“This is a colorless, odorless diffuser. Keep her in the room for five minutes, and even the fiercest woman will melt in your arms. The rest—I’ll take care of for you.”