Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 350

The car had barely hit the airport highway when Susanna's phone started buzzing. She glanced at the screen and saw it was an unfamiliar number. Assuming it was the airport courier, she answered nonchalantly, "Hello?"

"It's me," came the voice of Yorick on the other end.

Susanna sighed inwardly. Was he serious? Without a second thought, she was ready to hang up.

But Yorick spoke again, "You can reach Stella, right?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped back.

Was he expecting her to speak on Ursula's behalf again? Did these people think she, Susanna, was some kind of pushover?

Yorick's voice carried a hint of desperation through the line. "Is she coming back to Portis City? Or will she ever?"

"I don't know," Susanna replied curtly. Even if she did, she wouldn't tell him.

"If she does come back, please tell her I want to see her," Yorick pleaded.

Susanna scoffed, "Yorick, who do you think you are? You want to see her? You're nowhere near important enough for that now."

Stella was practically untouchable these days, cherished by both the Lugar and Quinn families. Yorick didn't stand a chance anymore.

time, he seemed to realize he had never been worthy. Susanna briefly wondered

she ended the

to see Stella wasn't about Ursula at all. What was it then?

dear sweet lord, what an idiot," she muttered to

...

his arm casually on the back of Stella's seat, creating a protective barrier around her. From across the aisle, Finley watched with a growing sense of

protective; he'd snap at anyone who dared

even say anything bad!" Finley protested,

shot him a cold glance,

be-focused solely

sipped his wine while observing the scene

Stella eat with a fond smile. "Take it easy, no one's going to steal

a chipmunk's with all the

stirred something in Ronald, a thought that flickered in

it was, he knew Stella wouldn't go along

a steak, a plate of spaghetti, and a bowl of corn chowder, but her appetite showed no signs of waning.

it in any longer.

a noise, too busy chewing to

Was he wrong again for

at Finley, hisz gaze tinged with sympathy for his lack of

ask what you want to