Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 72

The Larkin family had never been big on calling her, nor had Yorick for that matter. But lately, their calls had been coming in more frequently than all of last year combined. It was driving her nuts!

...

On the other side, Cloudia handed the phone back to the nurse, her face a portrait of irritation. At this rate, she mused, the entire hospital's nursing staff would be on her block list. "Find out where she is now."

Cloudia could barely contain her fury.

Jaxon replied, "She's on the 26th floor of the Orient Nexus Building 1."

He had managed to track that much, at least. His expression was grim as well; the assistant had called him earlier to say that since word got out they weren't partnering with Stella, companies had been backing out left and right, as if scared of something. And the details? They wouldn't be willing to share.

And more so, StarRiver Corp., a powerhouse that had moved into Portis City just a couple of years ago, had been particularly brash.

When his assistant reached out to them, they'd been met with a storm of curses, "What's it to you who we partner with? Mind your own business!"

Their audacity was staggering, hardly what you'd expect from a newcomer to Portis City. They even had the gall to badmouth the Quarry family, showing a level of arrogance that was all too reminiscent of Stella. Hearing this, Cloudia could no longer sit still.

"So, these companies are refusing to cut ties with her?"

darkened further

now, finally spoke up, "How did she even secure those partnerships in the

ripple through the room, Cloudia and Jaxon exchanging looks

Ursula's words as a catalyst, Cloudia and

certain relationship with

thought was understandable. Raised in a modest rural family, what could she have possibly done to earn over seven hundred

her," Cloudia declared, all

Stella had just finished fielding two more calls - thankfully, neither from Cloudia nor Yorick.

...

she hung up,

was Susanna, inviting her out

make it,"

and

her

just arrived, and already her diet was being monitored. It was more attention than Stella had ever received from her birth family, though she supposed that wasn't saying much. After all, wasn't it natural to feel closer to those you grew up with? Stella had grown up beside Ronald,

adoptive family, the Larkins' level of care was rare, especially considering how

eat out, only something bland I could

the

without a second thought. She couldn't accept something without much flavor. "Then