Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Right now, Yvonne really wanted to break Stella's legs. Running off so quickly three years ago was bad enough, but she even had the audacity to hide.

Stella, ever the timid one, barely managed a whisper, "I didn't dare."

Oh, the terror of facing Yvonne was real.

"Hmph, you better not have," Yvonne retorted sharply. "Just wait and see how I deal with you this time, you sneaky brat. Hiding all the way out here. Why not just run off to Mars? Would've served you right to starve out there." Stella remained silent, a lump forming in her throat.

"See you in three hours," Yvonne declared before hanging up with a sharp click.

In Yvonne's mind, Stella was the weakest of them all. During the past two years when she couldn't find her, she even suspected Stella had starved to death somewhere out there.

Hearing the "beep-beep" sound of the disconnected call, Stella endured the pain and got out of bed. There was no way she could keep this from Ronald.

With Yvonne coming, how was she supposed to explain her injuries?

Putting on a coat, Stella stepped out of her room.

The study was empty, and so was the living room.

butler, spotting Stella,

Ronald stepped out?" Stella

the billiard room,"

They

recently moved in, Stella hadn't had the

"Where is it?"

Miss. Allow me

it myself," she said, turning towards the living room's left

City piled high, the lights casting a serene glow on the thick white blanket. The warmth of the glass corridor contrasted sharply with the chilly scene

the billiard room, she paused at the door, startled by a loud thud followed by a man's pained

foot pressed on the back of a bloodied man- clearly a member

a cigar in hand, exuding a dangerous but

"Mr. Quinn, please, I swear I don't know where our boss is.

step, Idris intensified the man's agony, the wound on his

drawing a gun and pressing it to the man's head. The man,

A gunshot silenced him.