Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 247

Orion also caught sight of the bloodstain on Ronald's scarf.

Even without uttering a word, Ronald exuded an aura of danger so intense, it felt almost tangible, laced with an undercurrent of lethal intent.

When Yorick remained silent, Ronald shot him a dangerous glare. "Came to bother Stella?"

Snapped back to reality, Yorick held his breath, a tad too involuntarily. "I had... questions for her."

Ronald's gaze narrowed as he strode towards Yorick, his presence so overwhelming that even Yorick, towering at about six feet one, couldn't help but step back in the face of Ronald's six-foot-three frame. The sense of menace emanating from Ronald was palpable, especially up close. Yorick could distinctly smell the mix of blood and alcohol on Ronald, and the unusual crimson in his eyes was unmistakable.

Yorick looked up, his breathing unsteady. "Mr. Quinn, there's been some..."

Before he could finish, Ronald's hand shot out, gripping Yorick's throat tightly.

Yorick's face tightened.

Orion exclaimed, "Mr. Quinn!"

Yorick's complexion turned ashen. Instinctively, he tried to retaliate, but Ronald's grip drained all his strength away. The murderous aura around Ronald thickened.

"Who gave you the audacity to harass her again and again, huh?"

Yorick felt both

a chill run down his spine. He mustered

was fraught with danger.

his eyes, barely

No one in Portis City had

edge, found his anger further stoked by Yorick's

of him, his attempts

breath hitched.

tonight the night

break into a sweat, Hull stepped forward, whispering

Yorick was the sole heir

fight, Thane would

chuckling, "And what of the Quarry

Orion's

burning with anger,

disrespected in Portis City. But remembering

much, but it's

Ronald's eyes narrowed.

a scoff,