Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 796

Topic Shift: “By the way, the Quarry family called me.”

At the mention of the Quarrys, Ronald’s face immediately darkened. “And what did they want?”

Lottie shrugged. “What else? Beg you to go easy on them. Thane called me himself.”

Thane. For years, that guy had always given off this untouchable, arrogant vibe. For him to pick up the phone now? He must really be desperate.

Ronald scoffed. “If his kids can’t manage to behave like decent human beings, what am I supposed to do about it?”

Just a few days ago, all that drama in Portis City was clearly orchestrated to use Stella as leverage, hoping to make Ronald back off.

Threaten him? Yeah, right.

People seemed to forget: Ronald never bowed to threats. If they wanted to go scorched earth with him, he’d happily turn their world to ash.

Lottie nodded. “Yeah, make sure Star keeps off her phone lately. Last thing we need is some desperate idiot going after her.”

Now that both the Quarrys and the Larkins were bankrupt, all they had left was their lives—and they were getting reckless.

Ronald’s tone softened. “Yeah, I got it.”

They chatted for another minute before hanging up.

Just as Ronald turned to leave, Stella’s phone buzzed. This time, it was Susanna calling.

Ronald thought for a moment, then declined the call. He texted Idris instead: “Call Susanna. Help her with whatever she needs.”

In Ronald’s mind, Susanna was always a bit of a drama queen. He wasn’t about to let her stress Star out at a time like this.

Idris replied instantly: “On it.”

A moment later, Susanna’s call log was deleted.

With that handled, Ronald headed back to the dining room, where Stella was munching on a slice of pizza.

She glanced up as he walked in, grinned, and held out another slice. “Try this! It’s really good.”

Then Idris called. He must’ve already spoken with Susanna.

Stella remembered Yvonne’s warning earlier—how Susanna could end up hurt or worse. The thought made her stomach knot.

Ronald picked up the phone, excused himself. “I’ve got to take this—it’s about work.”

Stella nodded. “Go ahead.”

Outside, Ronald answered the call.

Idris’s voice was respectful. “Boss.”

“What’s going on?” Ronald asked, voice cold.

Idris replied, “Susanna isn’t hurt. Mr. Miguel took her.”

Ronald’s brow lifted. “Hull?”