Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 364

"Ronald, have you seriously decided to try everything now that you've had a taste of sex freedom? I'm telling you, I'd rather die than bend to your whims."

With a smirk, Ronald gave Finley a swift kick to the thigh, making him stagger and grimace in pain.

"You...what are you doing?" Finley stammered as Ronald grabbed him by the collar and started dragging him toward the edge of the yacht.

"We're going for a swim, Finley. You've been talking too much lately, you need to burn off some of that energy."

"No, no, I can't swim!" Finley protested, panic creeping into his voice. But before he could finish, Ronald tossed him overboard with a hearty splash.

Finley flailed in the water, panic setting in as the cold waves enveloped him. He tried to scramble back to the surface, but Ronald's hand pushed him back under, the icy water searing into his lungs.

Ronald dove in after him, effortlessly pulling Finley further away from the yacht. When Finley finally managed to gasp for air, he realized they were already twenty yards out.

Finley sputtered, "Ronald, you're crazy! Let me go, I can't swim!"

Ronald, clearly intent on teaching a lesson, kept moving, dragging Finley along for what felt like miles before finally letting go.

Finley gasped.

Wait, wasn’t he responsible for dragging him back?

"No, no, no, I don’t have that kind of stamina, you can’t just…"

Before he could finish, Ronald dove into the water and vanished. The next time Finley spotted him, Ronald was already at least fifty meters away.

His stamina was absolutely insane... No wonder Star couldn't handle it. With stamina like that, even ten women would struggle to survive.

Thinking of Stella, Finley grew even angrier. "Ungrateful little thing. I’m out here speaking up for her, and this is what I get."

He was completely abandoned, and as for Ronald, that lunatic wasn’t even human, he just left him stranded here.

Was this some kind of death sentence?

Stella's face turned red from his grip.

Xander, finding it amusing, pinched harder, making Stella let out a muffled sound of pain.

But as soon as she made a sound, Xander pressed the cold, black barrel of a gun against her forehead.

"Go ahead, scream. Try it," he taunted.

Stella glared at him fiercely.

Xander sneered, "Daring to glare at me? Want me to pop those eyes out of your head?"

Stella fell silent.

This bastard!