Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 513

But what did Stella have that made her so special? Why did the Lugar family cherish her so much? Why did the renowned Ronald of Ferrowland spoil her so much? His relentless pressure on the Larkin family had been absolutely merciless during this time.

When Jaxon realized it, Stella was already far away. He wanted to chase after her, but she had vanished without a trace.

"Damn it." Jaxon slapped himself across the face in frustration.

Recalling Stella's cold indifference toward him and the Larkin family drove him mad.

What was he supposed to do with the mess? Was this really how it was all going to end, with no resolution?

No matter what he tried recently, nothing seemed to work. Those who were once friendly with the Larkin family hung up the phone when they heard his voice. The Larkin family had become pariahs, avoided by everyone.

Jaxon stood there, fuming for what felt like an eternity. He wanted to find Stella, but she was nowhere to be found.

When someone bumped into him, knocking him to the ground, his simmering anger found a target. He lashed out at the person, "Watch where you're going! Are you blind? If so, you might as well gouge your eyes out. What's the use of keeping them?"

Only after his outburst did he realize it was a child who had bumped into him. The kid's parents were not having it and promptly gave him a beating.

They shouted, "What kind of monster are you, to speak so viciously to a child?"

Jaxon's fiery arrogance was swiftly extinguished by their fists. His rage, not fully vented, was now bottled up once again.

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By the time Jaxon managed to drag his battered self back to home, he was a wreck.

Due to unpaid wages, two of the maids had already been driven away by Ursula's temper, and even the butler had left.

The only one remaining was Winona in the kitchen, stubbornly holding out in hopes of eventually getting paid.

But she offered Jaxon and Ursula no pleasantries. After all, nothing was more infuriating for a worker than unpaid wages.

When she saw Jaxon return battered and bruised, Winona didn't even bother to ask what happened. She turned her face away, as cold as ice.

Seeing the cook had the nerve to give him attitude, Jaxon fumed, "Fuck off! If you're going to work, work properly. If not, get lost. Who do you think you're giving attitude?"