# Chapter 210: A Stove of Rage and a Pot of Poisonous Words
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 210 of *The Untouchable Ex Wife*. I hope you're ready, because this chapter simmers with suspicion, burns with jealousy, and boils over with a kitchen confrontation where the knives are sharp... and so are the insults.
Let's dive back into the tension-filled world where every word is a trick, every ally hides an agenda, and hearts are pawns in a dangerous game.
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Leia stood frozen, her mind churning as Shirley's sweetly venomous words sank in. Shirley had been vague—maddeningly vague—but her pointed hints had already left fatal wounds on Leia's trust. When Leia pressed for more, Shirley simply smiled that irritating, knowing smile and said, “I didn't say that. Anyway... I'll leave you to your thoughts. That's all I can say. If you want to know the truth, you'd better find the culprit.”
Leia clenched her fists. Her jaw tightened. She asked no more questions—the answer was already written between the lines, in the deliberate pauses and the silken insinuations. The truth, as Shirley had framed it, was obvious: Stefan, that cruel scumbag, was the villain behind Quinton's surgery and his sudden, suspiciously convenient access to the doctor's contact.
Shirley, sensing her prey had swallowed the bait, poured more poison. “Also, you'd better stay away from Xavier. He's Stefan's best buddy. He'll always take his buddy's side. If not, Stefan wouldn't know about Quinton having surgery so soon and even happen to have the doctor's contact.”
Of course, the true details were more tangled. The accident had little to do with Stefan directly—it was actually related to Stefan's significant other. But Shirley, ever the mistress of half-truths, felt perfectly justified in tying the whole mess around Stefan's neck. In her mind, where there is smoke, let there be fire. And if an innocent reputation burned in the process? Well, that was just collateral damage.
Leia's blood boiled. “I knew that scumbag Stefan was a cruel villain!” She was now convinced that Stefan was the mastermind and that Xavier had been his willing accomplice. The very thought made her stomach twist. She couldn't linger here another minute. She had to return to Beach City at once—to protect Renee from that monster.
While Leia raced with righteous fury through the corridors of her own judgment, another storm raged elsewhere. In the kitchen, the air was thick with heat and hostility. Santiago stood at the counter, sleeves rolled high, a crisp apron tied at his waist. With deft, elegant strokes, he cut vegetables with the serene concentration of an artist. His handsome profile, his steady hands, his unbothered composure—it was enough to charm anyone. Most people would have been utterly mesmerized.
Xavier was not most people.
Perched by the stove, tasked with the simple chore of feeding the fire, Xavier looked utterly disgusted. He snapped sticks in half with unnecessary violence, as though each twig were Santiago's arm. Smoke curled upward, but the true menace came from the cold edge in his voice: “So, what's your great plan, hmm? Just tell me if you want money. How much do you want?”
Santiago didn't even look up. A low sneer curved his lips. He threw the prepared ingredients into the pot with harsh, deliberate force—hot water splashed upward, stinging Xavier's face. Santiago smiled, vindictive and satisfied. “Mr. Stuart, you're filthy rich. How much can you pay to get rid of me?”
Xavier wiped the droplets from his burning skin, grinding his teeth. “As expected, you're showing your true colors. I can easily see through a scheming man like you; you can only fool a dumb girl like Leia. It's good that you're finally being honest.”
Now Santiago turned. His knife paused mid-cut. His gaze locked onto Xavier's, calm and unwavering. “I'm a scheming actor, and Miss Osborne is a dumb girl. Shirley and you are the only ones who are noble and smart. Is that what you're saying?”
The words landed with precision, slicing through the bravado. For a moment, Xavier was struck. He had met countless people—connivers, sycophants, wolves in sheep's clothing—but Santiago radiated an aura that defied easy categorizing. He was an actor, yes, but there was steel beneath the theatrics. Strange, unsettling. A man playing a role... or a man waiting for everyone else to drop theirs?
Xavier narrowed his eyes. “Which company do you belong to? Who is your backer?”
Santiago set down his knife and turned to face Xavier fully. “I didn't sign a contract with any company. I have my team, and I accept jobs myself. No capitalists support me either... If we're talking about support, I only have a lot of fans like Miss Osborne.”
His tone was patient, almost mocking. Xavier's jaw tightened further. “You know that she's your fan. Her feelings for you are what a fan feels for her idol. You'd better not flatter yourself and let your imagination run wild. Don't even dream of living a rich and carefree life by hooking up with a rich, young lady.”
And there it was—the real fear, the genuine threat beneath the interrogation. Xavier wasn't just suspicious; he was territorial. Protecting his friend Stefan, yes, but also guarding the gates of Leia's affection. He saw Santiago as a fortune hunter, a silver-tongued impostor with a famous face and empty pockets.
But Santiago merely smiled, slow and knowing, his gaze steady. The flames crackled in the stove. The pot simmered. Neither man looked away.
In this suffocating kitchen, with steam and fury mingling around them, a battle had begun—not with fists, but with pride, secrets, and a mutual refusal to retreat. The question remained: who would burn his hand first?
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
Oh, what a deliciously tense chapter! Shirley is a master manipulator, gently pushing Leia toward a conclusion that's dangerously close to the truth yet completely twisted. Watching Leia take the bait left me shouting at the page, because you just know she's going to charge back into Beach City like a bull in a china shop. Meanwhile, the kitchen standoff between Xavier and Santiago was pure gold—two men sizing each other up with pride and prejudice, each word a duel. I loved the sharp dialogue, the simmering animosity, and the visual of Santiago calmly chopping vegetables while Xavier snaps wood like a cartoon villain. This chapter perfectly escalated both emotional conflicts, and I am *buzzing* to see the explosion coming next.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
Given Leia's newfound conviction, I predict she will storm back to Beach City and confront Stefan directly, possibly protecting Renee in a way that causes more damage than good. Meanwhile, Xavier won't leave Santiago alone, so it's likely he'll dig even deeper into the mysterious actor's past—only to uncover something far more dangerous than he expected. And in the middle of it all, a confession might be brewing, and a relationship standing on a knife's edge may finally tip over.
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