Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 437 In the room, Susanna clutched her blanket, looking as pitiful as a kitten caught in a rainstorm. "I'm really not hungry..." she murmured.

Hull stood outside, his voice firm as he declared, "Three minutes."

Susanna's eyes widened in alarm. Was leaving the room really unavoidable today? Or was it that breakfast simply had to be eaten, no excuses?

Faced with Hull's commanding tone, Susanna knew better than to argue. Reluctantly, she dragged herself out of bed.

Last night, in a bid for security, she had stacked several pieces of furniture against the door. Moving them in the dead of night hadn't seemed too difficult, but now, with an empty stomach, each piece felt like it weighed a ton.

Outside, Hull listened to the sounds of furniture being shifted and couldn't help but smile with a knowing glint in his eyes.

Barnaby, observing Hull's transformation from stern to amused, was puzzled. Just a moment ago Hull had been all business, and now he was smiling. Was that a touch of warmth? It was hard to believe.

Just then, Enzo gave Barnaby a light thump on the back of the head.

"What are you gawking at? Let's move," Enzo said.

Barnaby protested, "What was that for?"

We've got things to do. Let's

grumbled under his breath. Was it really necessary to get smacked for

him along to the study, where they didn't have to wait long before Silas

"Hey, do you think our boss is still... you know, up to it?" Silas almost

about

curiosity was unashamed, while Enzo remained unruffled, fixing Barnaby with a calm stare. Barnaby suddenly felt a pang of

could he forget? Enzo never gossiped about their boss behind his back. But surely, even he had to be a little curious,

emboldened by this

feaned in closer to Enzo "Come on, you're always around him. Tell me, is it true that he can't perform in 'that'

was not going to end

shade darker. He shot back, "How about

"Of course, I

him. "I suspect you're about to become

blinked again, confused. "What

area, either they could perform or

reckon our boss might

shiver run through his chest. Clearly, Enzo wasn't one to entertain idle gossip about their boss But what was the harmin