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.

considering how hard it had been to get Stella on the phone, he

way through with me?

"I'm not!" Yorick protested.

Bay alone would set you

Five hundred million!

figure made Yorick's face

of extortion, but he

breath, Yorick admitted, "I don't have that

Quarry Group with alarming accuracy. She was right; the power had indeed shifted back to his father since Ursula's return. "Oh, no money? So you're begging now? With

from grim to downright

did she think she

to

once did things end well. But now, he needed

this how

speechless. The word

a cup of water by the bed and took a sip. When Ronald pushed the door open, he saw the mischievous gleam

the phone, but Stella spoke, "It won't work begging me now.

fruit, its flesh red and tender,

rolled out of bed to grab a

down and casually checked her forehead

like you, getting drunk

crossed Ronald's lips. "Who was

"Yorick."