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

of murderous intent in Ronald's eyes, felt a chill run down his spine. He mustered all his strength and grabbed Ronald's wrist. "Mr. Quinn, it was all a

fraught with danger. His lips parted slightly,

closed his eyes, barely managing to

"misunderstanding" tasted bitter, humiliating even. No one in Portis City had ever dared to

his

life being squeezed out of him, his attempts at

breath hitched.

tonight the night

a sweat, Hull stepped forward, whispering to Ronald, "Maybe after

Yorick was the

seemed like a hopeless fight, Thane would surety retaliate if his

what Hull meant, chuckling, "And

Orion's fear, while Yorick's face turned

burning

disrespected in Portis City. But remembering Ronald's stature, he struggled to catch his

"Not much, but it's the principle

Ronald's eyes narrowed.

scoff, he released