No one at the scene even had time to react.
Even Stella was frozen, caught off guard, unable to intervene.
This was Germany, not Solmaris.
Even in Solmaris, you couldn't just kill the heir of the Gibson family on a whim.
The Gibsons weren’t some minor, unremarkable family.
A chill ran through Stella’s heart.
When Joshua had first appeared, she hadn’t stopped him. In fact, a part of her had wanted to teach Stuart a lesson.
Men like Stuart were hardly worth pitying.
But she hadn’t expected Joshua to go so far—not just crippling him, but killing him outright.
Maybe the commotion was too loud, because Stella caught the faint sound of footsteps echoing from the hallway.
There was no going back now—it was already too late for regrets.
Stella knew they couldn’t linger. She strode over to Joshua and said, “Joshua, we need to leave. Now.”
Joshua nodded silently.
Stuart’s notorious behavior was no secret in Germany. People tolerated it because of the Gibson family's power—no one dared cross them. Even those who suffered at Stuart’s hands had to swallow their anger and pretend nothing happened.
Everyone assumed Stuart would continue his reckless ways unpunished. No one imagined he’d meet his end so abruptly.
He’d ruined so many young women’s lives—it was poetic justice, really. Retribution had simply arrived a bit late.
News of Stuart’s death spread through Germany like wildfire.
Most who heard it were quietly relieved, if not outright thrilled. They saw his death as a public service—one less predator to fear.
Even men from other powerful families felt the same. After all, none of them wanted their wives or daughters to catch Stuart’s eye, only to be forced to suffer in silence afterward.
…
In the car, Stella immediately instructed Aicken to arrange a private jet.
They had to get out of Germany—fast.
Stuart’s death wasn’t a trivial matter.
If they didn’t leave soon, they might never get another chance.
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