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.

breathing. Susanna's words had struck him where it hurt, shattering whatever illusions of superiority he'd clung to. For the first time, he seemed to realize he had never been worthy. Susanna briefly wondered what had transpired at the Larkin family gathering today. But then again, it wasn't her business, and Stella probably had no interest in

she ended the

wasn't about Ursula at all. What

sweet lord, what an

...

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 growing

protective; he'd snap at anyone who dared joke about

anything bad!" Finley protested,

shot him a cold glance,

pretending to be-focused solely on her meal, entirely ignoring

sipped his wine while observing the scene with mild

smile. "Take

puffed out like a chipmunk's

like this stirred something in Ronald, a thought that flickered in

Stella

a bowl of corn chowder, but her appetite showed no signs

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

noise, too

wrong again

Finley, hisz gaze tinged with sympathy for

ask what you want to