Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 781

Dan acted like he hadn’t heard a word she’d said.

He reached into the cabinet, pulling out a folder he’d prepared earlier. There was even a pen clipped on top.

Without a word, Dan handed it to Yvonne.

She looked at him, cold and unblinking, her gaze darting to the title on the folder.

When she saw the words “Divorce Agreement,” Yvonne let out a cold, almost amused laugh. “What’s this? Trying to play the old prenup game with me?”

Everyone in high society knew how these transactional marriages worked. Sometimes the ink was barely dry on the marriage license before the divorce paperwork was ready, too.

She sneered, “Who do you think you are, trying to pull this crap with me?”

Did Yvonne look like some desperate woman trading her dignity for a few steak dinners and a penthouse suite? She wasn’t here to play these games.

Dan’s voice was steady. “It’s the divorce agreement for you and Xander.”

Yvonne froze. “What?!”

She looked up at him, her eyes stormy and wild.

Dan watched her emotions flicker, then sat down on the edge of the bed, nudging the divorce agreement closer.

“Just sign it. Divorce him first, okay?”

Whether she loved or hated anyone wasn’t the issue right now. What mattered was that Dan Blackwell—head of the Black Gate family—wasn’t about to play second fiddle to anyone, especially not as the other man.

So Yvonne had to divorce Xander.

Yvonne’s breathing was ragged. “You bastard.”

Listening to Dan make decisions for her, so cool and self-assured, made her blood boil. She raised her hand and swung at his face.

This time, though, Dan caught her wrist.

“I don’t care who was at The Night Owl that night,” he said quietly.

Was there… an antidote?

She glared at him, suspicion burning in her eyes. “There’s a cure for that stuff, isn’t there?”

Dan’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t look the least bit guilty. If anything, he looked infuriatingly confident about every rotten thing he’d done.

Yvonne was seething when Dan suddenly pulled her into his lap. “Come on, be good. Divorce him first, okay?” His voice was soft, almost coaxing.

Yvonne stared at him, speechless.

What the actual hell was wrong with this guy? Did he even hear the words coming out of his mouth?

She slapped him again, just because she could.

Dan didn’t even try to dodge. If she wanted to hit him, he’d let her.

His stubbornness only made Yvonne angrier. The fact that her slaps barely left a mark made her even more furious.