Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 765

Hearing this, Yvonne just stared at Susanna, completely speechless.

Seriously, could someone please explain what goes on in Susanna's head? Move an entire mountain? Did she think she was some kind of American folk hero, like Paul Bunyan or something?

And besides, that mountain wasn't blocking anyone's way. Why waste the effort?

Yvonne rolled her eyes. "If you've got that much muscle, why did Star need to call me to chew you out?"

"Seriously—if you're that strong, who at Black Gate could give you trouble?"

Susanna blinked. "Wait... that actually makes sense."

"So what am I supposed to do about the mountain?" she asked, still confused. "If I'm not moving it, then what?"

Yvonne gave her a look-the kind you give someone when you start to wonder if they left their brain at home. She'd thought anyone who could be friends with Star had to be sharp. Clearly, she'd been wrong.

"We're going to get across," Yvonne said. "No tools, just swim over and then climb up from there."

Susanna's jaw dropped. "Swim over? Without tools? That's way too far! What if there are sharks?"

few days ago, Susanna had developed a serious fear of the ocean. It was deep, dark, and full of things

just grinned. "Sharks? So

Susanna shuddered, remembering the cold dread in her stomach. Sharks

smile widened mischievously.

me?! You expect me to kill a shark? More

asked, raising

I choose not to be

before Susanna could protest any further, Yvonne just shoved her off the dock and into the cold, salty water.

left Cybele Island," Yvonne said, not missing a beat, "two groups came ashore. One

out a mouthful of seawater. "He's not my brother. I've told you a million times—I'm an only

shrugged. "Whatever. Point is,

went quiet. The danger suddenly felt all too real, like she was caught in

ticking, Susanna.

a resigned sigh, Susanna started paddling toward the island. From here, it looked close, but the cold water bit into her skin, and the salt stung her eyes.

Yvonne, who sat down as someone handed her a glass

Susanna, a glimmer of a smile on her lips. "She's

stronger," Yvonne agreed, "but

do that? Some