Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath
Chapter 157
Chapter 157
Ronald's lips curled into a smile.
It was supposed to be a smile, yet to Stella, it seemed eerily terrifying. "Ronald, please don't smile like that; it scares me."
Stella stepped forward, and with a look of pure innocence, cautiously tugged at Ronald's sleeve.
But Ronald, at this moment, wasn't someone to be easily placated. He withdrew his arm, the smile vanishing from his lips, "Who gave it to you?" His voice carried a chill.
Such an extravagant diamond ring clearly showed someone's intentions.
Or was it that she had some secrets in Portis City he wasn't aware of?
Did she already have a boyfriend?
The thought crossed his mind, and a colder shade passed through Ronald's eyes.
Stella blurted out, "Jeremy."
to think. She never covered for anyone, regardless of what Jeremy meant to Ronald as a
refused to be caught in one, especially not with Ronald. "Jeremy?" Ronald repeated as he heard the name, a flicker of surprise crossing his stern gaze,
He said it was an apology
this made
really? Saying it out loud didn't make
was Jeremy thinking? This was
expected, Ronald raised an
apology?" his tone was clearly
"Yes. His sister Sirena and I had a fallout, remember? He
trying to make connections. She had made her stance clear then; no matter what he offered, it wouldn't change a thing. And she
Stella, his gaze still chilly, "An apology with a ring? Do you buy
of his mind?
all, he was one of Portis City's top heirs. To not know what was appropriate to give as
No wonder Ronald was hesitant to engage with his business
on Stella
she reached out again
About Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath - Chapter 157
Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath is the best current series of the author Novelxo. With the below Chapter 157 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 157 and update the next chapters of this series at booktrk.com