The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 976

If it weren’t for his hatred toward Stella and Foreman, Sellers would have never survived this long.

As Foreman stepped into the basement, he found Sellers sprawled on the floor, beaten and broken, pitiful as a stray dog left for dead.

A flicker of regret crossed Foreman’s eyes.

Not long ago, Neville had told him that Karl and Sherman had gone to confront Stella, demanding she release the prisoner. Neville hadn’t spelled it out, but the message was clear enough.

Karl’s people had tracked them down.

There are no secrets that can’t be uncovered. Sooner or later, Karl would find his way here.

Foreman knew he was running out of options.

Either let Sellers go, or make sure there was nothing left for anyone to find.

He’d brought Sellers here for a reason; he’d made up his mind from the start.

If he killed Sellers and disposed of the body, perhaps suspicion would never fall on him. But if he let Sellers walk free, the threat would never truly go away.

He hesitated, a sliver of disappointment shadowing his face. He hadn’t tormented Sellers nearly enough. But with his trip to Solmaris with Stella coming up, he wouldn’t have much free time. Better to take care of this now.

He drew a knife, ready to finish Sellers himself.

He’d broken Sellers so thoroughly, he didn’t even consider him a threat anymore.

But just as Foreman raised his arm, Sellers’ eyes snapped open, a deadly glint flashing in their depths.

In one swift motion, Sellers grabbed Foreman’s wrist and twisted.

Caught off guard, Foreman lost his grip on the knife. His face drained of color as he tried to snatch it back, but he was too late.

Despite his injuries, Sellers’ training as a family heir kicked in. Even at death’s door, he seized the moment and took the advantage.

He plunged the knife toward Foreman’s chest.

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