Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 570

Ronald had headed off to take a shower, and Stella, feeling cozy, had slipped back into a dreamy slumber.

Half-asleep, she was abruptly pulled back to consciousness by the insistent buzzing of her phone.

She fumbled for it, groggily answering, “Hello?”

She was truly exhausted.

Ever since she got pregnant, her sleep schedule had become as predictable as clockwork. When it was time to sleep, nothing could keep her awake.

“Stella, Stella, I know I messed up. Please, let it slide, won’t you? I’m begging you. I’m really at my wit’s end here,” came Ursula Larkin’s panicked voice over the line.

Most of Stella’s sleepiness evaporated in an instant.

As she opened her eyes, she was fully alert. “How did you get my number?”

It wasn’t just a matter of blocking Ursula; she had gone so far as to change her number entirely. She was now using a Ferrowland number, yet Ursula had still managed to track her down? Clearly, Ursula was not as simple as she seemed.

“Ursula?” Stella prompted coldly, her voice carrying a dangerous edge.

“I, I…”

“Not talking?”

“I, I asked Orion for help.”

Orion, who worked closely with Yorick Quarry. Having been with the Quarry Group for so long as the CEO’s assistant, he would certainly have the means to dig up a phone number. But it was surprising he’d help Ursula.

Stella always thought Orion didn’t care much for Ursula.

Whether Yorick knew or not was a mystery, but Stella had once caught Orion giving Ursula a look of pure disdain. How could he dislike her so much, yet still help her find Stella's number?

Ursula felt that only through Yorick did she have a glimmer of hope.

Stella snorted, “Call Mrs. Quarry? Are you out of your mind? Or do you really think that’s going to happen?”

She had once been the family’s chosen future Mrs. Quarry. And now Ursula wanted her to plead on her behalf?

Ursula pleaded, “I messed up. I shouldn’t have treated you like that. It’s all my fault, I’m sorry.”

Stella rolled her eyes at Ursula’s desperate pleas.

“Unbelievable,” Stella muttered and hung up.

Just as she did, Ursula’s voice echoed from the phone, “Or maybe you could call Yorick and tell him the car accident wasn’t my doing.”