Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 208

“I just can't, okay? I've been swamped! You're the one at home, raising the kids, nurturing them. But when she came back, did you ever really sit down and patiently teach her?”

Cloudia was at a loss for words.

Patience? She wanted to be patient, but was she ever given the chance?

Blaise was visibly frustrated. “Forget it. You handle the home front for now. The company's in a real mess.”

“How bad is it?”

The moment Cloudia heard the company was in trouble, her concern grew.

Blaise sighed. “We're on the brink of bankruptcy- that's how bad.”

“Is it really that serious?”

Cloudia felt her heart skip a beat.

Blaise continued, “We've hit a major snag. Looks like someone's got it in for us.”

At this point, Blaise was convinced this wasn’t just a stroke of bad luck.

“Someone’s targeting Larkin Group? Could it be Quarry Group?”

“It doesn’t look like it.”

Blaise was exasperated; some of their partners had no ties to Quarry Group at all.

Hearing it wasn't Quarry Group made Cloudia even more anxious. “Could it be something to do with Stella?”

Blaise was taken aback. “What did you say?”

Cloudia speculated, “She must have some powerful figure behind her. You know her studio made over seven hundred thousand last year. How could she pull that off without some big shot backing her?”

Blaise frowned deeply at the suggestion.

Could Stella really be involved?

…

Meanwhile, Stella had just arrived at her studio when her phone rang. It was Ronald, his voice as gentle as ever.

“Get ready, I’m coming to pick you up.”

It seemed Ronald had connections she hadn’t anticipated.

Ronald confirmed, “Yeah, we’re close.”

Stella opened her mouth to object, but he cut her short. “Just get ready.”

Stella sighed. “Okay, fine.”

She closed her laptop, packing it and preparing to leave.

Considering the distance to Spring Hill, if they went today, they probably wouldn’t be back anytime soon.

…

In the car, Idris looked over at Ronald. “Ms. Quinn's leg should be much better by now.”

After the accident years ago, doctors had recommended regular hot spring baths to alleviate the pain, especially during winter. When they were in Ferrowland, Ronald made sure to take her several times each season.

Ronald gazed out the window. “She had trouble sleeping last night; her leg was hurting again. The bad weather often made her pain worse.”

Idris sighed, realizing the severity of lingering injuries.