Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 192

"Everyone's just blowing smoke up your ass, and you're buying it hook, line, and sinker."

Yorick nearly passed out from sheer frustration. "You!"

Stella retorted, "Sure, you're the CEO of Quarry Group, but need I remind you who really pulls the strings?"

"Shut up!" Yorick snapped.

"Your dad might not be showing his face around the office these days, but let's talk numbers, shall we? Anything over 100 million needs his signature, doesn't it? And how much are you planning to shell out? You think you can afford it? If your dad hears you're draining the account for that sickly lover of yours, you think he'd approve?"

Stella's words were like nails on a chalkboard to Yorick, making his head nearly explode with irritation.

This woman, always ready with a snappy comeback or a sharp retort.

Now, Yorick found himself wishing she'd just hit him physically instead; anything was better than her venomous words.

But he couldn't deny the truth in Stella's words. Ever since Ursula returned, the Quarry Group's financial protocols had been revised. Significant expenditures no longer just needed the CEO's approval but the chairman's signature as well.

Stella wasn't entirely correct, though. It wasn't 100 million, but ten million that required Thane's signature!

Fuming, Yorick's vision blurred with anger. "Then what do you propose?"

"You can't afford it, yet here you are asking for terms? What's the plan, strong-arm me?"

That remark hit him like a punch to the gut.

the verge of hanging up, but considering how hard it had been to

your way through with me? You've got

"I'm not!" Yorick protested.

can you afford it? Mist Bay alone would set you

Five hundred million!

figure made Yorick's

he couldn't deny the

don't have that

never noticed her shrewdness before? She had dissected the inner workings of Quarry Group with alarming accuracy. She was right; the power had indeed shifted back to his father since

face went from grim to downright

Who did she think she

just wanted you to introduce me

not once did

begging, huh? Is this how you

word 'beg' made his

a sip. When Ronald pushed the door

what was being said on the phone, but Stella spoke, "It won't work begging me now. Whoever wants to live here, let them

a plate of fruit, its flesh red and tender, looking very

of bed to

checked her forehead for a fever. "No

think I'm like you, getting drunk and

crossed Ronald's lips. "Who was on

"Yorick."