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Ronald's long, slender fingers tapped rhythmically on the dining table, creating a tension that made Finley glance nervously at Stella.

Stella sat still, focused on nothing but the task of not drawing attention to herself.

Why was Finley looking at her? There was no way she could defend Skye. Ronald had drilled into her the importance of being ruthless with anyone who posed a threat. And Skye? Speaking in her defense would only invite one of Ronald's scathing lectures later. Finley was on the verge of panic. "I really don't think that girl has the brains to pull off whatever you're suggesting."

"Oh, really?" Ronald's voice was dripping with sarcasm. "Then why did she ditch Yvonne's people? What game is she playing?"

Finley was at a loss for words, feeling like he was on the brink of tears. Why on earth did Skye dump Yvonne's crew? What was she up to?

Ronald, clearly done with Finley's faltering, shifted his attention to Stella. "You'll stay by my side for the next few days."

Skye was proving to be a difficult opponent, and Ronald didn't want to risk her taking Stella away. If Skye could leave Yvonne's people behind, who knew where she might take Stella?

Stella nodded obediently. "Okay."

But then she hesitated. "I have to go to the studio tomorrow."

"No need to go to the studio, Miss," Idris chimed in unexpectedly.

"What?" Stella was taken aback, her mind reeling. What did he mean by that? It sounded like her studio was done for.

Just as Stella was about to question Idris further, her phone buzzed. It was Tabitha calling.

Stella answered, "Tabitha?"

got a problem. StarRiver Corp. has pulled out of

client bringing in

jumped up from her chair, knocking it

watching. Moving to a corner, she spoke into the phone, feeling frustrated. "What happened? We were doing fine, weren't we? And hadn't they already paid the design fee?"

got a call from

give a

"No."

major client dropping them without explanation was a

"Do they think our drafts are too slow?

was all Ronald's fault.

injured, none of this would've happened. Now they were on

en novelxo

many designers depended on her to keep the

"They just said they don't

need us?"

kind of excuse was

we have to

we don't

Stella's jaw dropped. "Huh?"

indeed a

fees without a second thought? Were their

bit her lip. "Is there

Tabitha answered, "None."