Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 39

Stella, on the other side, had been cooped up all afternoon in her office, buried in endless meetings.

Just as the clock struck six, her phone buzzed with a call from Ronald, “Come down, I’m out front.”

“Isn’t it a no-parking zone there? Why didn’t you use the parking garage?”

“So, hurry up then.”

“Alright.”

She ended the call, haphazardly stuffing her designer tote with an assortment of items.

Her assistant, Tabitha, watched this spectacle with pity, “Boss, that’s a limited edition.”

Stella blinked, “Oh? Is it?”

She was clueless!

Tabitha could only sigh in response.

Was something amiss with this heiress's common sense of life? Did she not grasp the value of her purchases?

Considering the moderate annual profits of the studio, and then remembering the lavish gifts Stella distributed among them, Tabitha couldn’t help but wonder where exactly Stella hailed from.

Despite the fallout with the Quarry family, her generosity seemed boundless. The Larkin family didn’t appear to pamper her to this extent; otherwise, why would she venture out to start her own business?

“Everything from the meeting has been delegated, just keep an eye on things.”

After reminding her of things, Stella stepped out of the studio, spotting Ronald’s unmistakable car not too far off and making a beeline towards it.

Her phone buzzed again, and since today she’d contacted dozes of important clients, without much thought, assuming it to be another, she answered, “Hello?”

“Where are you?”

Jaxon’s suppressed voice came through. Even through the phone, Stella could sense his barely contained fury.

“What do you want?” Stella asked.

Stella didn’t forget hurling insults before hanging up.

On the other side, Jaxon almost fainted in utter rage upon hearing the disconnected line. His frustration had reached its peak, especially after not finding her at the Silk-River Residences.

Then he came back to make a call to her, but found his calls blocked. Borrowing a phone had finally gotten him through to her, only to be met with insults after barely a few round of conversations.

He hardly was able to suppress his urge to find her and wring her neck.

Standing beside him, Cloudia overheard Stella’s tirade, sighing, “Does she really hate us that much? What do we ever owe her?”

Jaxon retorted, “Owe? What a wast giving her the life!”

With that, he dialed out, determined to locate Stella no matter what.

Now Jaxon only had one thought - find where that arrogant Stella was.

If she thought she could defy him with impunity, he was ready to show her otherwise.