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

to bully your way through with me? You've

"I'm not!" Yorick protested.

can you afford it? Mist Bay alone would

Five hundred million!

made Yorick's face

instinctively wanted to accuse Stella of extortion, but he

"I don't have that kind

Group with alarming accuracy. She was right; the power had indeed shifted back to his father since

face went from grim to

did

wanted you to

few times, and not once

this

speechless. The word 'beg' made

took a sip. When

up to now? He couldn't hear what was being said on the phone, but Stella spoke, "It

plate of fruit, its flesh red and tender,

of bed to

the plate down and casually checked

like you, getting drunk and

crossed Ronald's lips.

"Yorick."