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.

superiority he'd clung to. For the first time, he seemed to realize he had

another word, she ended the

airport that Susanna started to ponder. Yorick's tone had seemed a bit... melancholic? Maybe his desire to see Stella wasn't about Ursula at all. What was it then? Could it be that this jerk was having second thoughts? Even if he was, it was too late for him

sweet lord, what an idiot,"

...

creating a protective barrier around her. From across the aisle, Finley watched with a

snap at anyone who dared

anything bad!"

cold glance, and Finley

oblivious—or maybe just pretending to be-focused solely on her meal, entirely ignoring

wine while observing the scene with mild

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

chipmunk's with

Ronald, a thought that flickered in

knew Stella wouldn't go along

but her appetite showed no signs of waning. Her eyes drifted to the untouch ice cream sitting in

couldn't hold it in any longer. "Did

Stella made a noise, too

Ronald, perplexed. Was he wrong again for just asking if she

hisz gaze tinged with sympathy for his lack

you