Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 748

After all, with the whole deal between Susanna and Dan… you just never know if Yvonne might take it all out on Susie because of Dan.

Ronald shook his head. “Relax. She won’t.”

“Are you sure?” Stella still sounded worried.

“She won’t,” Ronald repeated, calm as ever.

Stella sighed, unconvinced.

“She’ll just use Susanna as a weapon. Her own little dagger—aimed straight at Dan.”

Stella let out a long breath. Yeah… that did sound like something Yvonne would do.

It made her feel a little better, but she couldn’t help worrying that Susanna might not be able to handle it. The truth was, Susanna really had zero experience in this sort of thing.

With Yvonne’s… intense methods, there was just no telling how rough it’d get for her.

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Hull stepped out of the Quinn family’s country estate just as his phone started buzzing.

Xander’s name lit up the screen. Hull answered, and the tension was obvious from the first second.

“Stop looking,” Xander said, voice ice-cold.

Hull’s jaw clenched. “And what’s that supposed to mean, Mr. Schultz?”

“Don’t worry. She hasn’t eaten your girlfriend alive,” Xander replied, with a hint of a smirk you could hear right through the speaker.

Hull had spent the last few days turning the whole city upside down looking for Susanna. Xander knew exactly why he was so desperate—he was terrified Yvonne would do something crazy because of Dan.

Hull’s grip tightened on the phone. “So you know where they are?”

Xander just grunted.

Hull’s face darkened. “Where?”

They were married, after all. Hull’s people hadn’t been able to track down Yvonne anywhere, but Xander apparently had the inside scoop.

“Pick her up in twenty-seven days,” Xander said.

“Twenty-seven days?” Hull echoed.

Silas shot Barnaby a look like he was a complete idiot. Go ask Xander? Like that would ever work.

Hull lit a cigarette, eyes sharp as a hawk. “Keep eyes on Xander at all times.”

Going straight to demand Susanna back was pointless—and probably dangerous.

Silas nodded. “Got it.”

Barnaby looked bewildered. “But if you know Xander knows, why not just—”

“Just do it,” Hull snapped, cutting him off.

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Meanwhile, thousands of miles away on a secluded island off the coast, Yvonne was lounging in a deck chair, oversized sunglasses perched on her nose, a giant straw sunhat shading her face from the afternoon sun.

She sipped lemonade from a tall glass, watching with a smirk as Susanna trudged up the beach, hauling a fishing net over one shoulder and lugging a plastic bucket in the other hand.

Susanna looked absolutely exhausted, cheeks flushed and hair a mess. When she finally reached Yvonne, she dropped the net with a dramatic thud right by Yvonne’s chair, then slammed the bucket onto the sand.

The glare she shot Yvonne could’ve curdled milk, but honestly? It was more cute than scary—like a kitten trying to roar.