Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 322

Stella was left speechless.

Encouraging her adopted daughter to snatch her biological daughter's fiancé? Pushing for her adopted daughter to get with her biological son?

What Cloudia had done to her before was practically this.

And then there was Jaxon. Ever since Ursula had fallen ill, Cloudia frequently wanted him around.

The whole family seemed to revolve around Ursula.

Susanna's voice broke Stella's train of thought. "I mean, it's pretty obvious Jaxon hasn't been visiting Lola and the kid much lately, especially now that he's been injured so badly because of Ursula. And now, Lola is downright furious with him, not even give his mom a pleasant look. Just exploded." Susanna spoke animatedly. Even through the phone, Stella could practically feel her excitement. If you didn't know better, you'd think it was Susanna's archenemy who had taken a hit this time.

Stella said, "Things were already pretty tense before. Lola's got quite a fiery temper."

That period had been tough on Cloudia. Eventually, Jaxon stepped in to calm things down, managing to keep Lola quiet for a while. But now, with Jaxon injured because of Ursula and Lola depending on him, it's no surprise she's stirring things up again. Susanna chuckled. "She's definitely fiery. I'll send you the video. Today, the Larkin family really outdid themselves. The Patels are definitely going to hear about it."

"Send it to me first."

"Alright."

Just after hanging up the call, the maid knocked on the door and respectfully called out, "Miss."

"What's up?"

"Dr. Finley asked me to inform you to head to the boxing room immediately."

Stella tilted her head. "What for?"

Ronald

there, but

go

was there, she decided to head

got up and

glass corridor, past the billiard room, while snow

distance, she could hear Finley's voice echoing

it anymore. Are you trying to kill

doorway, she paused, taking in the scene. Ronald gestured with a flick of his hand, and two bodyguards stepped forward

What's going on?

rang out

Star

you like you if

SWthis.

You're too harsh."

a cigar perched between

fortably in a chair,

shirt gave him an austere,

a slow puff from the cigar, his tone calm

"Five laps are already killing me, and you

glanced at the sweat-drenched Finley, who indeed seemed

standing behind Ronald, was

and whispered, "Sir, Miss is

the mention and locked eyes with Stella

her over.