Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 693

Ten minutes. That was all it took.

In just ten minutes, Aira went from perfectly put-together to looking like she’d gone twelve rounds with a prizefighter. Her hair was a wild mess, her face smeared with blood from her nose and mouth.

Now, she was on her knees, trembling.

As much as she wanted to tear Yvonne apart, she was alone in the room, with a dozen of Yvonne’s bodyguards right outside. Speaking up was out of the question.

Yvonne lounged on the sofa like she owned the place, cool as a queen in her castle.

She grabbed Aira’s phone and dialed Dan’s number. When the call connected, it wasn’t Dan’s voice on the other end. It was his right-hand man, Scar.

Scar sounded respectful, almost nervous: “Ms. Aira?”

Yvonne’s voice was ice-cold as she replied, “It’s me. Yvonne.”

There was a beat of utter silence. Then Scar stammered, “Ms. Quinn? Why are you calling from Aira’s phone?”

It wasn’t that Dan’s crew was made up of cowards. But everyone knew Yvonne had just put Dan in the ICU. She’d left a lasting impression—one of those women you absolutely never want to mess with.

Yvonne didn’t waste any time. “Where’s Dan?”

Scar’s tone changed. “You knocked him out, remember?”

He didn’t bother hiding the edge in his voice. Clearly, Scar wasn’t thrilled with Yvonne’s little rampage. What kind of person was she, anyway? How had Dan ever fallen for a woman like this?

Yvonne let out a sharp laugh. “What, you sound like you think he didn’t deserve it?”

Scar replied stiffly, “Our boss has always cared about you, Ms. Quinn.”

Yvonne just scoffed, glancing at the crumpled Aira. The idea that Dan “cared” about her was laughable. She’d been devastated, everyone in Ferrowland knew it—how could Dan not have known? And yet, he’d never shown up. If this was his idea of “love,” someone else could have it. She was done.

“Well, if he’s still out cold, I guess I can’t talk to him,” she said.

Scar hesitated. “What do you mean by that?”

Yvonne’s smile was wicked as she looked at Aira. “Oh, you know. Never let a good crisis go to waste.”

Scar practically shrieked, “Ms. Quinn!”

Aira’s face went from pale to ghostly white.

“You can’t do this!” Scar pleaded.

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