Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 647

For Stella, the Quinns and the Lugars were her bottom line. Mess with her family, and you were in for a world of trouble-no way she'd ever just let it slide.

"If you can tie a rope, you can tie your tongue, too. If you've got the guts to talk trash, at least have the nerve to stand by it."

A mocking voice rang out from the crowd.

Both women whipped around, glaring daggers at whoever spoke, looking as if they'd eat her alive.

Stella and Yvonne turned as well, and Stella's eyes went wide in surprise.

It was Lola.

Lola stood there, her arm looped through a man's, and met the two women's furious gazes head-on. "What's wrong? Still want to act tough? Seems like your apology isn't all that sincere after all."

Just a hint of "not sincere," and the color drained from the women's faces.

No one dared play games in front of the Quinn family.

Lola glanced at Stella, and when their eyes met, she gave her a warm, reassuring smile.

Stella couldn't help but smile back, just a little.

Yvonne scoffed. "Well, it looks like that madam was right. You two aren't really sorry at all. In that case..."

"Please, Lady Yvonne, we really are sorry!"

"Yes, please, you're far above us. Don't take this out on our families—please!"

woman who had tried to slap Stella was now nearly

"I'm not the one you should be

women fell silent, momentarily

Not her?

both turned to stare at Stella. Truth was, neither of them could stomach

nothing more than the adopted daughter, a mere pawn in the Lugar family's marriage games. They'd always assumed she'd be married off for

now now she was with Mr. Quinn, the man who'd raised her. That made her the most important woman in all

they used to look down on, hoping to see her

Now...

seeing their hesitation, lost her patience and kicked one of them sharply in the

both women turned to

sorry. Truly,

"Princess Stella? Don't call me

whispering that she was just

they'd just talked about her. But they'd dragged her mother and Ronald into it,

stared the woman down, her gaze

squirmed under

Everyone in Ferrowland knows

no, you

princess of

a dry,

as she turned to leave, a strong arm slipped around

gently into a protective

meeting Ronald's stern,