Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 13

Now he kinda got why Cloudia blew her top every time. Just like she said, it was like dealing with a debt collector, impervious to reason. Soft approach didn't work, so Blaise had no choice but to play hardball.

"Fine, forget about the bank account for now. You ponder on it, and we'll talk when you've thought it through."

With those harsh words, Blaise walked away.

Silence fell.

Stella slammed the door shut and had barely made it back to the living room when her phone started buzzing.

It was Orion’s number.

Today, she had blocked multiple numbers – Yorick’s, Cloudia’s, and even Blaise’s.

Now, they were reaching out through someone else's phone.

Predictably, Stella didn’t pick up.

…

On the other end of the line, Yorick had just left the Quarry Manor and was using Orion’s phone to call Stella.

Yet again, the call was disconnected, and when he tried once more, he was informed the number was busy – another block.

Yorick was seething with frustration, “Where the hell did she pick up this habit of not answering calls?”

Orion’s lips twitched.

“Ms. Quinn’s probably not just ignoring your calls.”

Ignoring calls was a sport, and as far as Orion was concerned, today wasn’t just a bad day for Yorick; the Larkin family was also at their wits' end.

Yorick’s headache intensified.

“Drive to Silk-River Residences.”

This was getting out of hand.

Orion nodded, “Alright.”

…

An hour later.

When they arrived at Silk-River Residences, it was already midnight, and Stella was asleep.

Yorick rang the doorbell incessantly, but she didn’t come to open the door.

Receiving a cold shoulder at this ungodly hour made Yorick’s already foul mood even worse.

“Call a locksmith.”

Yorick was at the end of his tether.

Orion was like, “...”

He was about to pull out his phone to call for help when the door swung open from the inside.

There stood Stella, in her pajamas, looking groggy and pissed, wielding a baseball bat.