The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 945

Leonard flinched instinctively, and the blade sliced past his face by a hair’s breadth.

A sudden chill grazed his cheek, followed quickly by a searing pain.

Before he could even react, the knife flashed again.

This time, Leonard was ready—he barely dodged aside.

But the cramped car offered little room to maneuver. No matter how quick he was, there was only so much he could do in such tight quarters.

And the woman in front of him—she looked like she was ready to fight to the death.

Stella’s attacks were wild, but every strike had the intent to kill, aimed straight for vital points.

All Leonard could do was dodge as best he could, scrambling for safety.

He suddenly noticed that Stella gripped the knife with the very hand she’d smashed herself.

In that instant, realization dawned, and rage flared in his voice. “You cunning witch!”

Stella’s lips curled into a cold smile. “If anything, I should thank Mr. Lerman for handing me this chance himself.”

She’d spent years at Mr. Burton’s side. She hadn’t just picked up a few cooking tricks.

She knew a thing or two about nerves, joints, and pressure points.

When Keen’s stomach acted up, it was usually Stella who gave him a massage to help.

Leonard thought he could break her by forcing her to smash her own fingers. She’d done it, but she’d struck a joint that wasn’t completely useless yet.

Of course, smashing your own hand with a hammer hurt like hell.

But at least she’d left herself a sliver of hope.

Earlier, when they ran into that checkpoint, she hadn’t cried out for help. She figured even if she screamed, the driver could just hit the gas and be gone.

If she wanted to survive, she’d have to rely on herself.

So she waited, saving her strength, biding her time until Leonard let his guard down. The moment he did, she quietly slipped the knife from the hand he’d stabbed, waiting for the perfect moment to strike back.

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