Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 169

Stella carelessly tossed her bag onto the couch, a move so practiced it seemed second nature.

Jeremy watched, a flicker of meaning crossing his eyes. A customized bag treated with such nonchalance.

Were the Larkins all blind? How could they think Stella was some country bumpkin? Which "country" raised their kids to be so extravagantly wasteful?

He remembered Sirena saying, "Jaxon's sister is just a country girl, clueless about everything. The Larkins can't take her anywhere."

At the time, Jeremy believed it, but now, he thought they must all be blind.

"Mr. Patel?"

Noticing Jeremy's silent stare at her bag, Stella frowned, "Do you like my bag, Mr. Patel?"

Jeremy snapped back, "Huh?"

"If you like it, it's yours," Stella offered.

Jeremy was speechless. Such generosity? A bag worth tens, maybe hundreds of thousands, offered so casually. Truly, only someone raised by Ronald could afford to be so. But then again, for the Quinns, Stella couldn't possibly spend it all.

"No need."

have for a woman's bag? To gift it to a woman?

his pocket and pushed it across the desk

stomach momentarily churned as she saw another velvet box, "What's this for,

Or was he still hoping for a favor through her, a favor that wouldn't even

"That box before, have

Stella kept silent.

a mistake; she

the top clans in Portis City, and there was no way he was clueless about

Turned out he hadn't lost his mind; he'd simply

mean you want

Jeremy nodded, "Yes."

Her gaze inadvertently drifted towards the trash can,

the trash had

Shoot!

"I, uh, might not be able

you mean?" Jeremy tensed

in the box and everything that ensued, adding a few grievances towards Jeremy for the