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.

he'd clung to. For the first time, he seemed to realize he had never been worthy. Susanna briefly wondered what had transpired at

word, she ended the

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

sweet lord, what

...

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

at anyone who

say anything bad!" Finley protested,

him a cold glance, and Finley gulped, sensing the

pretending to be-focused solely on

wine while observing the

eat with a fond smile. "Take it easy, no

out like a chipmunk's with all the food she'd

Ronald, a thought that flickered in his mind before he dismissed

Stella wouldn't go

and a bowl of corn chowder, but her

hold it in any longer. "Did Xander starve you or

made a noise, too busy chewing

Ronald, perplexed. Was he wrong again

red wine in one go and glanced at Finley, hisz gaze tinged with sympathy for his lack of

what you want to