Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 183

Jeremy had just settled into a cozy dinner with Caius at their favorite local bistro when his phone buzzed with a call from Idris, lighting up his face with anticipation. Idris had news: they were set to review a contract tomorrow with their lawyer in tow.

Jeremy couldn't hide his excitement. "Absolutely, thanks a ton, Idris. You're a lifesaver."

As soon as the call ended, Jeremy was all smiles when looking at Caius, who was equally intrigued. "What's the scoop?"

Jeremy leaned back, swirling his glass of red wine. "We've got a meeting with Mr. Quinn about the contract tomorrow."

Caius nearly choked on his drink. "Seriously? That's big news!"

Indeed, Mr. Quinn had been the talk of Portis City, scouting for a local collaboration. Everyone wanted a slice of the pie he was offering.

Jeremy nodded. "Looks like we're almost there."

Caius, now thoroughly impressed, couldn't help but add, "Just make sure to keep an eye on Sirena. We don't want to upset Mr. Quinn's sister again."

Jeremy's excitement waned at the mention of Sirena, a thorn in his side he planned to deal with once this deal was through.

Quinn has chosen you, the Quarry family

relationship between Yorick and Stella, if Ronald chose his family, it would have been

over.

asked, "Is

replied, "Ronald and Stella are living there now. Do you

saying that's Ronald's turf? Didn't Orion go over there

you think he'd still be messing with

Caius fell silent.

knew, he'd definitely not be involved

turf. Yorick is

set down his glass

now, Stella and Ronald are probably treating Yorick and the

Yorick and the Larkin family were all worked up over Ursula, completely

definitely being treated like clowns. Just look at what Yorick's doing right now, totally clueless. Who knows, the Quarry family might

making him a fool! What if Thane found out that he was getting played because of Yorick and

keep Sirena under tight surveillance these next few days and make sure she

...

then glancing at Ronald beside her casually swinging his fishing rod, voiced her complaint,