Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 67

Jeremy and Sirena stepped out together.

Jeremy's face was a mask of thunder, his aura oppressive, while Sirena still couldn't help but approach him with a question, "Jeremy, is she really the boss of this studio? Doesn't seem that way to me."

The idea seemed ludicrous to her.

Stella, the boss? That had to be a joke.

She had just come from Stella's office, and with a quick glance, she noted the studio housed dozens of employees. It was a grander setup.

The Larkin family hadn't exactly been generous with Stella over the years. Where did she get the funds? Even if Stella had recently connected with Jeremy's business partner, that relationship should be new.

If Stella had such a powerful ally, why would she have put up with the disdain from the Larkins for so long?

Jeremy shot Sirena a chilling look without a word. Just then, his phone rang.

Upon seeing the caller ID, he instantly picked it up, “Idris, hello,”

Whatever was said on the other end made Jeremy's already dark expression turn stormier.

“What? No, you've got to explain to Mr. Quinn. I just took my sister to apologize to Ms. Quinn, nothing more.”

The only reply he got was the end of the call, leaving Jeremy radiating an even colder fury.

Sirena, witnessing her brother's intimidating demeanor, didn't dare to breathe too loudly.

Jeremy cast a fierce glare at her; if gazes could kill people, Sirena should have been eliminated by now.

“Don’t provoke Stella from now on. Better yet, steer clear of her if you ever see her again.” Sirena was speechless.

Jeremy continued, “If you even try to provoke her again...”

If she did that, then what?

The rest of Jeremy’s words left unfinished, yet his dangerously warning gaze shattered her previous notions about Stella's supposed act as a studio boss completely.

Able to cause Jeremy’s irritation from last night to now, she surely had a special identity; especially since he received that phone call.

Cloudia nodded, “Right. Then, she’ll have no choice but to call Finley and Tegan like we asked.”

Jaxon replied, “Yes.”

The moment Sirena entered, the mood shifted. Cloudia, all smiles, greeted her warmly, trying to hide whatever scheme she and Jaxon were concocting.

“Mrs. Larkin, how's Ursula doing?” Sirena inquired politely.

As she spoke, she took a glance at Ursula, who’d already fell asleep on the bed.

Cloudia sighed, “It's getting worse. I can't fathom how she's looked after herself these past two years.”

“She will be okay,” Sirena offered, feeling somewhat helpless in comforting people; those words were all she could offer.

Cloudia bobbed her head, “Why don’t you and Jaxon chat? I’m going to check if I can bring something for Ursula to eat.”

With that, Cloudia walked away.