The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 944

Modern makeup artistry had reached a near-magical level—no less effective than the old legends of disguise and transformation. In the right hands, a man could become a woman, and a woman could pass for a man without raising suspicion.

For Leonard, slipping away from pursuers was child’s play.

All of Sandford had been locked down. Every road was blocked, every car stopped and inspected.

The driver eyed the barricade ahead and murmured, “Mr. Lerman, there’s a checkpoint.”

Leonard glanced at Stella, who remained motionless in the backseat, and spoke with cool indifference. “Relax. They wouldn’t recognize us even if they tried.”

It was soon their turn. Leonard shot the driver a look; the man understood, got out, and walked to the officers. He handed over his license, a slim envelope of bills tucked inside. “We’re in a hurry, gentlemen. I hope you’ll let us through.” He gestured to the car, his voice steady and convincing. “There’s nobody you’re looking for in my vehicle. You’re welcome to check.”

The interaction carried clearly into the car through the cracked window.

Leonard obligingly rolled his own window halfway down. Stella, meanwhile, had been shoved down onto the floor, hidden beneath the mats.

The officers ignored the bribe, gave the interior a cursory glance, and asked, “Nobody else in there?”

“Just the two of us,” the driver replied smoothly.

The entire time, Stella remained facedown on the floor, limp and utterly still—as if she’d slipped beyond consciousness, unable even to cry for help. She didn’t make a sound.

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