The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Francine never hoped for her dense son to actually swing by as told, as she only intended to intimidate Jovan and Sheila. After
all, Stefan was undoubtedly the future head of the family, so no one would ever dare to upset him.
As expected, Sheila’s arrogance instantly faded, and she lowered her voice. “Such embarrassing things should be handled
privately, right? Let’s not bother anyone else. Besides, my dear nephew is probably busy with his new girlfriend, so he wouldn’t
have the time for such trivial matters!”
“Now you’re calling it a trivial matter? Didn’t you want to call the cops not long ago?” Francine glared at Sheila, her demeanor
arrogant. “I’ll tell you what, Campbell. My son and Seraphina are just acting, who he truly loves is Renee! Now that your son has
laid a finger on his girl, my son will definitely not let him off!”
Sheila gulped nervously, her cocky expression replaced with extreme panic. She warned Jovan, who was standing next to her.
“Son, I don’t care who started it, but you have sinned. Let’s fly back to Newrest and repent before the Lord!”
At the time, she felt like the perfect strategy was to send Jovan away for now. When their family tried to ‘commit treason’ back
then, Stefan and Jovan’s relationship had already deteriorated to the point of no return. Stefan had been merciful enough to have
spared Jovan, and yet the womanizer proceeded to make a move on his own cousin-in-law.
Sheila knew that Stefan might actually murder her son with his own two hands if he were to come.
“Hey, don’t go yet. Weren’t you acting all high and mighty just now? Why are you being a coward now? You’re clearly guilty!”
Francine blocked Jovan’s path, looking fierce.
Jovan smiled casually and replied, “Aunt Francine, I never wanted to run. I actually want Stefan to come by, so I’ll be able to
explain it all to him. I believe Stefan is a generous man, and he’ll give us his blessings by the end of this.”
“Shut up!” Sheila was so painicked by her son’s madness that she stomped her feet, shoving him to the side. “You punk! Are you
trying to make me mad?! I told you to leave, so leave! Stop this nonsense now!”
Ultimately, she just wanted her son to survive this. As long as her son lived, they would still have a chance at turning the tables.
If he lost his life due to this, not only would the law dismiss their case, the entire family would think they deserved it too.
“Madam, Master, M... Master Stefan is here!”
As they were still fighting, one of the maids came running up with a report.

Stefan’s tall figure entered the room, a cold expression painted across his face. His menacing aura was similar to dark clouds in
the sky, causing the entire living room to fall silent.
Everyone immediately tensed up, not daring to make any reckless moves. The only person who seemed unaffected was Renee.
Despite being in the eye of a hurricane, she behaved like a complete outsider, crossing her arms as she calmly smiled at the
man.
She hadn’t expected Stefan to come at all... ‘So, that means I’m still pretty important to him! I’m not so easily thrown away!’
“Son, you’ve finally come! If you were any later, this shameless piece of trash would’ve escaped!” Francine beamed, as she had
not expected him either.
At the very least, this indicated that Stefan cared about Renee to some extent, and the two had a chance to start over.
Stefan, on the other hand, had his eyes fixated on Renee. It was as if no one else existed in this world to him.