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.

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

way through with

"I'm not!" Yorick protested.

Bay alone would

Five hundred million!

figure made Yorick's face

accuse Stella of extortion, but he couldn't deny the current market value

admitted, "I don't have

he never noticed her shrewdness before? She had dissected the inner workings of Quarry Group with alarming accuracy. She was right; the

from grim

did she think

just wanted you to introduce me

the man a few times, and not once

Is this how you ask for help?" Stella

The word 'beg'

a sip. When Ronald

couldn't hear what was being said on the phone, but Stella spoke, "It won't work begging

of fruit, its flesh red and

out of bed to

the plate down and casually checked her forehead

I'm like you, getting drunk and having a

Ronald's lips. "Who was on the

"Yorick."