The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 730

But the whole industry was buzzing about it.

Some people said he'd finally come out; others whispered he'd been violated.

Rumors were flying in every direction.

Rachel hadn’t paid much attention at first, but after hearing Jasper’s words, she was stunned.

“What are you saying?! Karl was—?”

Jasper looked almost gleeful. “He was found stripped naked and dumped right in the middle of the street. Plenty of people took photos and videos—now his nudes are everywhere online.

If you ask me, Karl’s reputation is finished. Absolutely wrecked.”

Rachel’s eyes flickered uneasily. “Was this… Haynie’s doing?”

Jasper nodded, absolutely certain. “You know Haynie and Foreman were plotting to get back at Karl. But I didn’t expect Haynie to go this far.

Honestly, I kind of admire it.

If only Sellers Burton—the old creep—got exposed like that too. Maybe then he’d lose his shot at inheriting everything.”

Rachel was still in shock. “This doesn’t really seem like Haynie’s style. Are we sure it was him?”

Jasper shrugged. “If not Haynie, then who? Stella? I don’t buy it—she’s not capable of pulling something like this off.”

Rachel knew better; with Joshua undercover beside Stella, she was sure Stella wasn’t behind it.

Stella had shattered Karl’s hand once, crushing the bones—but even then, she hadn’t gotten her own hands dirty. There was no evidence anyone could use against her.

After a moment, Rachel muttered, “Haynie really went for the jugular this time…”

For a man, something like this was almost worse than death.

And in fact, it was true.

Sellers had tried to suppress the news the moment it broke, but this was Novaris—their PR team just wasn’t as fast here.

He looked at Karl, who was drinking alone. “Your hand still hasn’t healed; you shouldn’t be drinking.”

Karl laughed bitterly. “I’m already half-crippled. If my hand’s ruined, so be it.”

Sellers said quietly, “We’ve managed to bury all the stories. Anyone who needed to be paid off has been paid off.

From now on, nobody will dare mention this in front of you.”

Karl took another swig, his words slurred. “Sure, they won’t say it to my face. They’ll just whisper behind my back…”

Sellers fell silent, unsure how to comfort him. After a pause, he asked, “Do you have any idea who did this?”

Karl set the bottle down, his eyes cold and venomous—like a snake.

He spat the name out through clenched teeth.

“Stella.”