Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 132

Stella was speaking to Idris, "There's ten grand missing from Ursula’s account, track where that money went."

The Larkins all bought into Ursula’s story.

Scammed? Stella wasn’t buying it, not for a second.

Idris nodded, "Right on it."

And of course, they had to dig deeper!

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That evening, Stella got back to Wave Residence. Ronald wasn’t home yet; Idris had dropped her off before rushing off to his next errand. The dining table was laid out with her favorite dishes from back in Ferrowland.

But midway through the meal, Ronald called. Not waiting for the butler, Stella answered the phone herself.

“Stop worrying, I’ve barely had one bowl!”

It was as if she was a child, with him fretting over how much she ate.

Did Ronald ever tire of worrying?

She hoped he wouldn’t start thinking she was immature, too dependent on him to fret over. That was one label she refused to carry.

Ronald asked, “Being this good?”

His gentle tone carried a pampering affection only meant for Stella.

Stella retorted, “When I’m full, I’ll stop eating, okay? Stop fussing over me.”

“It’s hard not to worry about you.”

Stella simply fell silent!

Fine, if he insisted on worrying, let him worry then.

“When are you coming home? Have you been drinking?” Stella’s tone softened noticeably.

Yorick’s urgency surely meant Ursula had stirred the pot at the hospital again.

Typical! Yorick always lost it when it came to Ursula.

“He won’t sell, give it up.”

Yorick exploded, “Tell me who the owner is! I’ve heard rumors, the guy’s sixty-six, Stella, are you really with some old fossil?”

Stella had been linked to different men these past few days. Now, who really owned Wave Residence was anyone’s guess for Yorick. Coupled with Ursula’s situation, he barely had time to muse over; his mind was a mess!

Hearing the "Sixty-six”, Stella thought, Yorick wasn’t just a dimwit; his whole being was encapsulated in confusion!

“Would it kill you if I wanted to inherit his fortune? If I’m not allowed being with an old man, then with you? You think I’d prefer your family’s drama? That old man’s living the dream – no parents, no nosy aunts or uncles. What a blissful life.”

Yorick was speechless.

Heart attack, imminent!