Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 8

Yorick stormed into the car, his face a mask of fury.

Orion caught a glimpse of him through the rearview mirror, "So, did Ms. Quinn cool down yet?"

Clearly, to everyone, Stella was just throwing a tantrum, pushing Yorick to send Ursula packing once again. Yorick massaged his temples, clearly agitated, "Cool down? As if it's that easy."

Orion couldn't help but agree silently.

Ursula's sudden return had taken everyone by surprise, with no one bothering to inform her in advance.

"Is she serious about calling off the wedding?"

Yorick went silent.

Serious?

Remembering moments when they were together during these two years, Yorick let out a bitter laugh, "What do you think?"

He didn't believe at all she could really let go.

Orion thought, "Seems unlikely."

Marrying Yorick seemed her only way out. Besides, she had invested

this, Orion felt Stella was merely acting out, although she might have taken it a bit too

...

At the Silk-River Residences.

pile of items before her, her head throbbing

had a foreboding feeling: a

on it. After a day of trying on wedding dresses and shopping with Susanna, her

a bath instead, and just as she was settling down,

"Who is it?"

the door,

answered, "It's me, open

a string of pearls around her neck. Her makeup was impeccable, but her expression was stern. Cloudia walked straight in and seated herself on the sofa, her gaze fixed on Stella with

the door,

Stella's casual demeanor

I told you, Ursula wasn't

Do you want the whole of Portis City to talk about how my foster daughter, after twenty years, has no shame, stealing your

anger erupted, her words flying like