Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 670

The security guard looked like he was going to burst into tears.

Stella ran a perfectly manicured hand through her blond hair. "Alright, last chance. The security footage... who deleted it?"

She lifted her gaze, eyes dark and stormy, and stared him down. The kind of look that could freeze someone to the spot.

The security guard, faced with that glare, just crumpled. He dropped to his knees, hands shaking. "I swear, I didn't delete anything! The system just crashed, I promise!"

Stella picked up the pistol on the table-her fingers wrapping around it with casual ease.

Suddenly, the room was dead silent. As she leveled the gun at the guard, nobody so much as breathed.

The poor guy squeezed his eyes shut and covered his head. "It's broken, Ms. Quinn! Even if you shoot me, it's still broken!"

The hotel manager rushed in, beads of sweat on his brow. "Ms. Quinn, please, let's not do anything drastic. The footage-really, it's just a technical issue! We'll compensate you, whatever you need."

Under Stella's not-so-subtle threat, both the manager and the guard were stammering messes.

Yvonne scoffed, arms crossed. "Compensate? Please. I was assaulted in your hotel. How are you going to make that right?"

The manager nearly choked. "I-uh-well, how do we... compensate for that?"

business, but this? A guest attacked in her own room? What kind of horror show

sweating through his suit, practically vibrating

pushed Stella's hand down.

made any sense, and they all looked scared out of their minds. If they were

a soul in the world who'd stare death in the

and the guard

a hand. "Get out. Both of

offer? Money? As if she cared about that. And as for

the guard practically tripped over themselves trying to escape, grateful for the chance to leave

just the two of them again, Stella

faces. No one had lied, which meant the footage

feeling completely drained. "Great. Just what we

never found him. If she did, she'd tear

up with a

looked skeptical. "You

check the street cameras

"We don't even know who did it. And with

this place, what good is

at the red marks on Yvonne's neck, her expression thoughtful. "I think it might've

eyes went