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."

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

box from his pocket and pushed it across the

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

still hoping for a favor through her, a favor that

explained, "That box before,

Stella kept silent.

item was indeed a

the heir of one of the top clans in Portis City, and

had thought Jeremy was nuts. Turned out he hadn't lost his mind; he'd simply

Mr. Patel, you mean you want the previous gift

Jeremy nodded, "Yes."

his words. Her gaze inadvertently

course, the trash

Shoot!

might not be able to return

mean?" Jeremy tensed up at

that ensued, adding a few grievances towards Jeremy for the scare she got. Jeremy's heart sank further