Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 544

Yvonne swung open the closet door with a dramatic flourish, her arms wide as she scooped out an entire row of clothes, flinging them onto the bed in a colorful heap.

She then turned on her heel, yanked open a line of drawers, and carefully lifted out a series of ornate boxes, each one more elegant than the last.

Jewelry boxes and clothes piled together, forming a small mountain on the bed.

Stella stood there, speechless.

As Yvonne opened the boxes, a dazzling array of jewelry spilled out: necklaces, rings, bracelets, earrings—the whole shebang.

“These are my latest creations,” Yvonne declared proudly.

Stella’s eyes widened in astonishment. “You made all of these?” she asked, unable to believe her eyes. Last she checked, Yvonne had picked up dressmaking because of Dan.

But jewelry, too?

Could it be that Dan was into jewelry as well? If so, Stella had to admit that Yvonne had really changed for him.

Yvonne responded, “On my way to find you two years ago, I stumbled upon this quarry. The stones there were just stunning, so I collected them all. There were so many that I decided to design and make these pieces. They’re all for you.”

Stella was floored. She found a quarry? Was she blessed by the gods of fortune, or what? Running into a quarry just like that?

Examining the stones, Stella found them remarkable. “Are you sure you just found them?”

Although she was no expert in minerals, she could tell these stones were top-notch.

Yvonne answered, “I snatched them.”

“Huh?”

She snatched them? Stella was taken aback by her reply.

Yvonne continued, “Yeah, from this shady group. I intended to buy them, but they tried to rip me off. Total jerks!”

Yvonne had to put up quite the fight to get those stones. If they hadn’t been so beautiful, she would never have bothered to even take a second glance. But the thought of that confrontation still made her fume a little.

“You just took them?” Stella asked, her eyelids twitching violently.

“Well, I paid for them,” Yvonne explained.

She could say she gave them the amount equivalent to the stones’ actual worth, but no way she would pay their extortionate prices.

“Okay, okay, come here. Let me put this necklace on you. Every piece of this is handpicked by me. Isn’t it gorgeous?”