Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 327

The Lugar family and the Schultz family were locked in a bitter rivalry, a feud so deep it felt like it could tear the very sky apart.

Stella's feelings toward Xander were more than resentment; they were a storm of betrayal and anger. Once, Xander had been Ronald's brother, someone Ronald trusted implicitly. Stella, too, had seen him as family, even as his sister Regina Schultz pretended to be her close friend while secretly scheming.

Stella had been living in Portis City for several years, but the desire to see Xander pay for his betrayal never left her. Now, she finally had her chance.

Xander's patience was waning as Stella continued biting him. "Star, let go," he said, a hint of frustration in his voice.

When she refused to release him, Xander gripped her jaw, forcing Stella to relinquish her hold with a wince of pain.

"Send me back," she demanded through clenched teeth.

Xander raised a brow. "I risked my neck to get you out of there, and you think that's an option, my dear fiancée?"

With that, Stella spat a mouthful of blood at his face.

Wiping his face with a sigh, Xander remarked, "You've grown up, and with it, grown feistier. What happened to the sweet girl who used to follow Ronald around, calling him brother with that syrupy voice?"

Back in Ferrowland, she had been so obedient, so docile.

Now, she was like a wildcat.

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Meanwhile, Idris relayed the latest intel to Ronald.

"Sir, Xander says if you keep pursuing, he'll jump out of a plane with Ms. Stella as a last resort."

Ronald's eyes narrowed, his presence exuding a chilling aura.

"Find out what he wants."

Idris nodded. "Yes, sir."

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Over in Mist Bay, Susanna was on the phone with Stella when the call was abruptly interrupted by alarming noises. Ignoring the pain in her backside, she rushed to Mist Bay, too wary to involve the police. She knew the people around Stella were not to be trifled with and feared that calling the cops might land Stella in more trouble.

Anxious but determined, she arrived just in time to witness Hull's ruthless side firsthand. Smoke curled from the barrel of his gun, and even Finley, the usually carefree playboy, wore a steely edge as he holstered his weapon.

"Idris has been contacted," Finley said, his usual flippancy gone. "They've got enough people; we don't need to be there."