Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 305

The next morning, Idris climbed the stairs, planning to wait for Ronald in the study. But as he reached the hallway, he froze.

Ronald was emerging from Stella's room.

Oh boy...

Idris instinctively considered turning back, pretending he hadn’t seen anything. But it was too late.

With no choice but to face the moment, Idris straightened and greeted respectfully, "Sir."

Ronald, dressed in a loosely tied bathrobe, stepped fully into the hallway. His chest was partially exposed, and Idris’s eyes unwillingly caught sight of faint scratch marks trailing down his skin.

Fresh ones, by the look of them.

Idris tensed up immediately, wishing he'd come a bit later. But it was already nine in the morning.

Ronald simply said, "Wait for me in the study."

"Yes, sir."

Without missing a beat, Idris turned and made his way to the study, feeling as though he’d narrowly escaped an interrogation.

About ten minutes later, Ronald entered the study. He had changed into a sleek gray loungewear set, exuding a calm and refined aura.

Behind him trailed Finley, looking utterly exhausted, clearly from a sleepless night.

Finley had tried to chase after Idris, but his lack of stamina nearly sent him sprawling to the floor. By the time he picked himself up, Idris was gone.

For the all night, Finley had been consumed by worry. Ronald’s men weren’t exactly gentle, and he couldn’t shake the thought that Skye might have faced something worse than a scolding.

Ronald settled into a nearby armchair, pulling out a cigarette, and in a chilly voice asked Idris, "Well?"

That question was obviously about whether Skye had been found.

Finley, too, looked anxiously at Idris.

Idris replied, "Ms. Skye has left Portis City."

Ronald raised an eyebrow.

Finley blurted out, "What the heck?"

His nerves jolted awake. What did that mean? She left Portis City? How'd she manage that? Was she forced out?

"Did your guys send her away?"

Finley's mind was racing. Had she been found and then sent packing after a beating? His heart clenched at the thought.

"How was she sent off? Did you rough her up?"

Finley’s voice was rising now, clearly agitated.