Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 786

Barnaby: "Whoa!"

What was with that look?

Fine, if he didn’t want him to look, Barnaby would just mind his own business.

He scratched his nose, feeling oddly innocent. Ever since Mr. Miguel got himself a girlfriend, it seemed like everything was suddenly off-limits.

"Mr. Miguel? Mr. Miguel?"

The man across the table, Brett, was starting to look impatient. "Are the terms not good enough? If it were Mr. Quinn, I’m sure he’d be satisfied."

Hull’s face went icy cold. "If you think Mr. Quinn is easier to deal with, then maybe you should talk to him instead."

With that, Hull stood up, his whole demeanor frosty, and stormed out of the room without another word.

Brett: "What the…?"

Silas and Barnaby exchanged a quick look, both startled by Hull’s sudden reaction.

Brett frowned, finally realizing things had gone sideways. "Silas, what’s that supposed to mean from Mr. Miguel?"

Silas shrugged, clearly not eager to get involved. "Think about it. Do you really think Mr. Quinn would even look twice at what you’re offering?"

Dropping Mr. Quinn’s name—rookie mistake.

Everyone in Ferrowland knew that while Hull worked under Ronald, Ronald trusted him with almost everything.

Trying to use Ronald’s name here? Please.

Silas snorted. "Brett, you heading back to the mainland now?"

Chasing Hull all the way out here to talk business had already put Hull in a bad mood. Now this?

Brett’s face turned stormy. "Fine. I’ll speak to Mr. Quinn myself."

"Be my guest," Silas said with a shrug.

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Meanwhile, Hull was heading back toward the cabin, his steps growing faster and heavier with every stride.

Susanna had only been soaking in the tub for five minutes when she heard footsteps outside. Instantly, she went on high alert.

Susanna squealed, "Hey—what are you doing?"

Hull spun her around, pinning her gently but firmly against the tiled wall.

Years of restrained longing surged up inside him, colliding with a new wave of emotion he hadn’t expected.

The volcano erupted.

He leaned in, his breath hot against the top of her head, then trailing down to her ear.

Susanna gasped, breathless. "Wait—wait, I don’t want to—"

This wasn’t what she’d expected at all. She tried to push him away.

She’d noticed earlier, while soaking, that she was still sore from an old injury. It even hurt a little.

But the words caught in her throat.

Even after nearly three weeks of Yvonne’s self-defense training, her strength was nothing compared to Hull’s. He held her easily, her struggles no more than a whisper on his skin.