Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 809

Before Yvonne could even get a word in, Chloe cut her off, adding, “Isn’t this what you called a ‘wife-stealing grudge’?”

Yvonne was speechless.

This whole mess was completely unexpected.

She never thought the chaos exploding at Dan’s place would be because of Xander.

Under Xander’s relentless, heavy-handed tactics, Dan’s right-hand man, Carroll, was starting to crack. Approaching Dan respectfully, Carroll tried, “Sir, maybe we should…”

But before he could finish, Dan snapped, “Get out of my sight!”

Carroll froze.

Dan shot Xander a deadly glare, barking an order to his men: “Take them out.”

Dan had lost it.

If Xander dared to come to New Haven, Dan would make sure he never walked out again.

Xander hadn’t come alone. In a heartbeat, both sides were at each other’s throats, fists and bullets flying.

Suddenly, one of Dan’s men rushed up, panic in his voice. “Boss, bad news—Lacey’s missing!”

Dan froze.

Carroll paled.

Gunfire still echoed around them, but for Dan, everything seemed to fall silent in an instant.

He stared the messenger down, demanding, “What did you say?”

He could barely hear his own voice.

Only one thought echoed in his mind: If Lacey’s gone, every blade and bullet will be aimed at him.

Right then, Dan felt like he was standing at the eye of the storm, with all hell about to break loose around him.

The man stammered, “She disappeared on the way to the council meeting this morning.”

Dan went still.

The council.

He remembered—he’d known about this meeting for a week. Lacey was supposed to use it to finally put Derek Murray in his place.

For the past week, Derek and Lacey had been going at each other’s throats.

No matter what Derek tried, he couldn’t bring Lacey down.

Dan shut his eyes, fighting to steady his breathing.

He scoffed coldly, “Go get her yourself.”

With that, he strode off, not looking back.

With Lacey missing, his world was spinning out of control—he couldn’t spare another thought for Yvonne.

After all, Xander was here to fetch her. She’d be safe.

As for himself… he just wasn’t strong enough.

The realization hit him like a punch to the gut.

Meanwhile, Yvonne was up on the balcony, arms crossed, watching Dan’s retreat.

“Tch. What a fake bastard,” she muttered.

Chloe didn’t say a word.

Honestly, seeing Dan like this, Chloe was more convinced than ever—he was never the right guy for Yvonne.

After all, years ago, he’d faked his own death without a second thought.