Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 439

"No way am I going," Susanna declared, crossing her arms defiantly.

Hull narrowed his eyes at her, his voice low and commanding. "It's not up to you."

Susanna felt her heart race even faster at his words. Her anxiety reached a point where she couldn't eat or drink anything.

Glancing at his watch, Hull noted the time before turning back to her. "You've got ten minutes to change and put on some makeup."

"I really don't want to go," Susanna protested, her lips trembling as tears brimmed in her eyes.

Her defiant stance seemed to irritate Hull, who responded with a chill in his voice, "You’ve got eight minutes left. You know I'm not asking."

The coldness in his tone left no room for negotiation. Susanna felt even more tears welling up, her frustration and helplessness making her glare at him with a mix of anger and despair.

Hull sighed, clearly exasperated. "Are you going to get moving or not?"

Women. are always so difficult. He couldn't fathom how Ronald had the patience to coddle his little princess from a young age. If Hull had his way, he'd have tossed Susanna out by now, tears and all.

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Meanwhile, in another part of Portis City.

Stella was having breakfast, savoring her favorite oatmeal with a touch of honey. But something felt off. She turned to the butler. "Do we have any of that plain porridge?"

Ronald liked his meals simple, and the thought of it made her crave the same.

The butler nodded. "Mr. Ronald had some earlier. There should be some left."

"Bring me that, please," Stella said, pushing her oatmeal aside, no longer interested.