Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 295

Hull walked in from the cold, shaking the snow off his boots, and saw Finley pacing like a cat on a hot tin roof, talking rapidly to Stella.

Ronald's face was as dark as a thundercloud.

Hull unwound the scarf from his neck and said with a smirk, "Keep yapping, and you might just talk yourself into a stitch-up."

He tossed his coat to the butler waiting nearby. With his striking features and gold-rimmed glasses, Hull looked every bit the part of a stern intellectual. But the moment he spoke, his playful demeanor shattered that illusion.

Finley shot him a glare. "Easy for you to say—it's not your sister, so why worry?"

Hull raised an eyebrow. "Your sister?"

Finley spluttered and fell silent, unable to retort.

"Skye? She's got a wild streak, huh?" Hull chuckled, already up to speed with the buzz about Skye arriving in Portis City, and with Yvonne's crew no less.

Yvonne had just been dragged back to Ferrowland by Ronald’s men, and here Skye was, rolling into town with Yvonne’s entourage. Everyone knew what was up with that.

Finley rubbed his chest as if trying to calm his racing heart.

Hull clapped him on the shoulder. "Why can't they just be rivals? Now they’re working together like sisters."

Finley shook his head. "They're definitely not sisters."

Skye and Yvonne? Those two had been at each other's throats for years. No way they'd suddenly become besties.

Hull pressed on, "So why's Skye dragging Yvonne's people here?"

Finley was stumped, words failing him.

How was he supposed to know? He’d been stuck in Portis City with Ronald all this time, completely out of loop about whatever drama was unfolding back in Ferrowland.

How did Skye and Yvonne end up tangled together? It used to be a miracle if they didn’t fight when they met, how could they possibly become sisters?

Finley felt a headache coming on.

"Star," he finally said, turning to Stella for help.

Ronald had a soft spot for Stella, and he never seemed to say no to her.

Stella sighed, clearly feeling Finley's distress. She tugged on Ronald’s sleeve, looking up at him with those big eyes.

"What is it?" Ronald asked, glancing down at her.

Before Ronald could respond, Stella’s phone buzzed in her pocket.

It was an unknown number, and she ignored it, only for it to start ringing again immediately.

"I'll take this upstairs," she said, eager to escape the tense atmosphere.

She hurried off to answer the call, leaving the room’s tension behind.

Ronald cast a sidelong glance at Finley but didn’t say a word. Instead, he pulled out his phone and dialed Yvonne.

"Hey," Yvonne answered quickly.

"Why’s Skye bringing your crew to Portis City?" Ronald asked, his tone leaving no room for nonsense.

Silence stretched across the line.

Ronald’s stern voice rattled Yvonne, even making her breath hitch for a moment.

Yvonne had always been a handful, more like a rambunctious tomboy than a sister, and Ronald often found himself at his wit’s end with her.