Elliott's POV:
I guessed right. There was definitely a rift between James and Stella!
I was puzzled why James Laurent, a man of such stature, suddenly invited someone like me to a snooker game? Sure, I was a restaurant owner, but much less influential than him in terms of social standing.
Then I saw how he targeted Stella at every turn and realized the snooker game was just a pretext. His real aim was Stella.
But what could Stella have done to offend such a big shot? It was so serious that James' assistant called today, explicitly saying I could buy houses from any sales agent except Stella.
Alas, my poor little beauty.
Stella's POV:
Returning from his place, I lay on my bed in my room, staring at the ceiling, but sleep eluded me for a long time.
My nose tingled with a sourness, an
