Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath [Stella] (Chapters 161 to 170)   

Chapter 161

Harper had no clue what that ring was supposed to do, but she knew for sure Jeremy had passed it on to Stella. Because Jeremy mentioned it was all about making amends.

So, when he took that ring with him, Harper was quite puzzled.

But, trying to figure out the boss’s intentions? That was a no-go zone for the likes of them.

“I gave it to Ms. Quinn?”

Harper nodded, “Yeah, you did.”

Jeremy was rendered speechless. He was in deep trouble!

Remembering how he forcefully handed the box to Stella, Jeremy slapped his forehead in frustration.

He had grabbed the wrong item, and now he was in a real mess.

He glared at Harper fiercely, “Why didn’t you remind me?”

Making amends with a ring? What was she thinking?

Harper answered, “I did ask you, and you said it was for Ms. Quinn. I didn’t dare say more.”

Everyone at Patel Group knew Jeremy hated it when people tried to read his mind. Since he had said it was for Stella, Harper didn’t dare utter another word.

Seeing Jeremy’s expression, Harper was confused, “Was it a mistake?”

“Who makes amends with a ring?” Jeremy’s tone was fierce, almost threatening.

Harper thought, exactly!

She wanted to ask before, but Jeremy was already so agitated over the spat between Sirena and Stella, that his mood was terrifying.

Harper cautiously suggested, “So, what now? Ask for it back?”

That suggestion earned her an even harsher glare from Jeremy, prompting her to immediately shut up.

Asking for it back? Once Jeremy gave something away, he never took it back. But making amends with a ring…

Jeremy felt a headache coming on.

Asking for it back was not a good option, but his gut told him that the ring was bound to cause trouble.

Right on cue, Jeremy’s phone rang at the moment.

“Our boss says we have no intention of exporting our minerals. Mr. Patel, you should stop bothering yourself.”

The call ended abruptly before Jeremy could finish.

No intention of exporting now?

Did Ronald see the ring?

After a moment of thought, he instructed Harper, “Get me Stella’s number.”

Harper quickly searched for Stella’s contact and sent it to Jeremy. But Jeremy hesitated to call. It was likely Ronald and Stella were together at this hour.

According to Stella, if they were to collaborate, Ronald would despise anyone in contact with members of the Quinn family. He couldn’t directly reach out to Stella now. Better wait until tomorrow at the office.

Caius called again, “I’m downstairs at your office. I came to pick up the ring.”

“What ring? Don’t bother me with your problems from now on!”

This was a disaster. Couldn’t even manage his own household, and now making a fuss over a ring.

What was he supposed to do now?

Giving the ring to Stella, wasn’t that just making an enemy out of Ronald? Ronald’s interest in Stella wasn’t simple, evident from how he dealt with the Schultz family.

Caius, that idiot, if it weren’t for him, none of this mess would’ve happened.

What was he to do now?

Just thinking about the fate of the Schultz family made Jeremy uneasy about crossing Ronald.

Suddenly furious, Jeremy snapped, leaving Caius on the other end confused, “What do you mean? You didn’t give that ring to Kellan, did you?”

Chapter 162

“What the heck are you even talking about? Can’t even handle one chick properly, please, do me a favor and keep my name out of your mouth.”

“Hey, what’s with the sudden firestorm, buddy?”

They were just fine on the phone moments ago, and now this drama?

Caius, barely keeping his cool, demanded, “Just spill it, did you give the ring to Kellan or not?”

Oh, Kellan again!

Jeremy, already at his wit’s end, couldn’t bother with Caius’ nonsense and hung up.

The mere mention of that ring was driving him nuts.

What a cursed ring, utterly annoying.

But no sooner had Jeremy hung up than Caius was ringing him again, “Tell me honestly, did you or did you not give the ring to Kellan?”

“Go to hell.”

Jeremy was livid.

Caius retorted, “Then go ask hell to give it back to you.”

Jeremy was left speechless. His head was pounding!

…

Over at Wave Residence.

After having dinner with Stella, Ronald stepped out, only returning around midnight. Stella caught up with a design project for StarRiver Corp. and had been busy till late as well.

Hearing a car engine outside, Stella worried Ronald might have been drinking, and decided to go down, partly also because she was thirsty for some water.

Sure enough, she heard Idris’ voice as she approached the staircase, “You shouldn’t even bother with those people, no point in drinking their booze.”

Ronald was sitting on the couch at the moment. He took off his glasses, massaging his aching temples without uttering a word.

Idris suggested, “I’ll make you some hangover soup.”

“Just go.”

Ronald’s voice was low but carried a hint of intoxication, evident even from a distance; it was clear to Stella that he’d drunk a lot.

Stella descended the stairs.

“Star, come here.”

She approached him, noticing Ronald’s flushed cheeks, and couldn’t resist reaching out to touch his forehead.

Sometimes, when Ronald drank, he would easily get a fever, and she would end up taking care of him all night.

Seeing Ronald’s flushed appearance, Stella couldn’t help but say, “Didn’t Idris tell you that you didn’t have to bother with those people?”

As her words were spoken, Ronald’s warm palm enveloped her slender wrist and in the next moment, before she could process his response, she found herself seated on his lap.

Caught off guard, Stella ended up leaning into Ronald, their lips meeting unintentionally.

Stella’s pupils contracted, instinctively trying to pull away.

But before she could get up, Ronald grasped her chin gently and kissed her, overwhelming her senses.

The soft, cool touch of his lips, mixed with the scent of alcohol and roses, made Stella struggle reflexively.

However, it was just for a moment before Ronald flipped her, pinning her down on the couch.

In that instant, Stella felt as if her heart might leap out of her throat.

“Ronald…”

Stella’s breath hitched, her voice calling his name a whisper, which made the man hovering over her pause suddenly.

He propped himself up to look at her. Their eyes met, and Stella could clearly see a flicker of tenderness in his hazy gaze.

And it was that very tenderness that seemed to breach the defenses she had painstakingly built over the years.

With just one look, Ronald descended once more.

Chapter 163

That night, countless souls lay awake.

The hospital was a given. Ursula’s illness had taken a harsh turn, pain keeping her from even a moment’s rest throughout the night.

Usually, Yorick and Jaxon would have been by her side, but tonight, unusually, neither had shown up. Only Cloudia was there with her.

In the dead of the night, Ursula’s pain became unbearable. Turning over, she was met with the sight of her pillow covered in her own hair. Her heart clenched, and her eyes instantly reddened.

Seeing this, Cloudia tried to offer comfort, “Once you’re better, it’ll all grow back.”

Ursula sniffled, “Where’s Rick?”

Her voice was frail as she spoke.

Cloudia replied, “He’s got an important client he’s meeting in Portis City. It’s going to take some time.”

This was what Imogen had told her. Yorick had to meet an important cooperative partner these days, a deal not yet secured. At this critical moment, they couldn’t afford a single mistake.

Cloudia had called Yorick, hoping he could find a way to help Tegan and Finley, given Ursula’s pain.

Instead of Yorick, Imogen had answered, scolding Cloudia before harshly telling her even if Ursula were to die in these days, she shouldn’t bother Yorick.

Hearing Imogen speak like that about Ursula she had raised, Cloudia was understandably upset.

But she held her tongue, bearing the insult silently.

After all, the Larkin family’s business was declining day by day, and it seemed the Quarry family had used them and turned their backs.

Ursula’s spirits plummeted as she heard Cloudia’s explanation, “I see. Let’s not bother him then.”

Cloudia added, “He probably won’t come by for the next few days.”

With Imogen’s warning, Cloudia didn’t dare reach out to Yorick casually.

She was supposed to be discharged in three days, hoping to recuperate at Wave Residence as Yorick had promised.

Cloudia nodded, “Yes, he won’t be around for a while. Don’t call him these next days.”

Upon Cloudia’s insistence not to contact Yorick, Ursula looked at her, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Can I still be discharged on time?” Ursula’s voice broke.

Cloudia hesitated.

Discharged?

Thinking of Yorick’s promise, Cloudia said, “Wave Residence should already be arranged. I’ll call in the morning to check. Even if he’s not here, we’ll make sure you’re discharged.”

Cloudia was aware of how Ursula wanted to leave the hospital; she detested the smell of disinfectant, craving recuperation at Wave Residence.

Truth be told, the air there was indeed refreshing.

Hearing Cloudia’s assurance, Ursula felt a bit better, “I wonder if they’ve changed the curtains.”

She had talked about replacing them with sunflowers, symbolizing rebirth and health. She longed to recover soon.

Chapter 164

Cloudia sighed, “It’s time for a change.”

She knew Yorick had been dedicating all his time and energy to sorting things out on that front.

“Don’t worry. Yorick’s heart belongs to you. And you should try not to dwell on negative thoughts too much. It’s not good for your health.”

Recalling what the specialists had told her, Cloudia couldn’t help but feel a knot in her stomach. She was even uncertain if Ursula would be able to pull through this time.

Ursula said, “I couldn’t help it. Mom, I just can’t shake off this feeling that this time I might…”

“Stop,” Cloudia cut her off before she could finish.

Sometimes, that intuition was the most terrifying thing.

“The doctors said your condition has been well-managed these past few days. Don’t let your imagination run wild.”

Ursula looked up at her, eyes brimming with tears, “Is that so?”

“Absolutely,” Cloudia nodded firmly.

Hearing this, Ursula felt slightly better.

…

After finally getting Ursula to sleep, Cloudia stepped into the hospital corridor to call Jaxon.

But Jaxon didn’t pick up. After a few attempts, all she got were natural hang-ups.

Little did she know that Jaxon had been summoned by Blaise to the company and had been in meetings non-stop, even now at 3 AM in the conference room.

Cloudia, feeling a sense of emptiness and lack of support, glanced back at the closed door of the hospital room.

…

Jaxon and Blaise’s meeting stretched till 7 AM, both looking worse for wear as they left the conference room for the office. It was then Blaise noticed the bruising on Jaxon’s face.

“What happened to your face?”

Jaxon’s expression darkened at his words. He reflexively touched his face, wincing at the pain from the swelling.

“Both sides?” Blaise knitted his brows. The marks didn’t seem like the result of a simple accident.

Seeing Jaxon’s silence, Blaise didn’t press further, rubbing his forehead in frustration, “Do you think there’s someone behind all this, trying to mess with us?”

Jaxon frowned, glancing at Blaise.

“It’s unlikely the Quarry family. Yorick wouldn’t allow it,” Jaxon responded without hesitation.

“Who could it be then?” Blaise wondered aloud, his expression grim.

Jaxon’s mind raced, images of Stella and that man in her office flashing through his thoughts. Could it be him?

…

Back at the Wave Residence.

Stella stared at the bruises adorning her neck, her heart tightening. She had been hiding in her room, too scared to face anyone, listening intently for any sound of a car outside.

However, until 9 AM, there was no sign of Ronald leaving.

Instead, he knocked on her door, “Star, time to get up.”

“Ah, I’m a bit tired. Think I’ll sleep in a bit more.”

With the bruises so visible and even her lips injured, she dreaded having to explain if Ronald saw them.

What a mess she’d gotten into.

Chapter 165

Ronald stood at the doorway, hearing Stella groan about being tired, a barely perceptible smile flickering in the depths of his penetrating eyes.

He glanced at his wristwatch, “It’s already nine o’clock, you sleepy head.”

Stella mumbled, “I’m really exhausted. Just want to sleep a bit more.”

“I’m coming in.”

Stella was speechless.

Why was he coming in?

Her voice turned frantic, “No, I’ll be right up.”

The moment Ronald mentioned stepping in, Stella’s voice took on a hurried tone, and she quickly pulled up her collar, wrapping her neck more snugly.

Ronald called out, “Hurry up, the breakfast’s been reheated a couple of times already.”

“Got it.” Stella said, on the verge of tears.

She rummaged through her closet for a scarf but found it too small to cover up properly, so she opted for a chunky knit scarf instead.

Descending the stairs, she saw Ronald sitting on the couch, busy with work on his laptop.

At the sound of her approach, he looked up, noticing the dark circles under her eyes.

“Didn’t sleep well?”

Stella responded with a subdued “Mm-hmm.”

How could she, with her heart racing all night?

She glanced at Ronald, who seemed oblivious to the events after their drinks last night. This thought made Stella feel even more aggrieved.

At least he hadn’t taken advantage of her, because if he had, he wouldn’t even remember to take responsibility.

Ronald noticed her scarf, “Feeling cold?”

“Not really,” Stella replied without thinking.

Immediately regretting her words, she braced herself for his response, “Then why wrap such a thick scarf around your neck?”

Stella was at a loss for words, pouting after hearing what he said.

Why, indeed? If not for what he did!

The butler, noticing Stella’s descent, instructed the servants to serve the reheated breakfast.

She looked towards Ronald still in the living room, “Aren’t you going out today?”

“Okay.”

Ronald closed his laptop and walked towards the dining room, his tall frame, around six-foot-two, and his long legs were an impressive sight, enough to make anyone’s heart race.

Of course, there were those who tried to drug him, though what became of them afterward remained a mystery as they never showed up again.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

Stella’s mind went blank, her pulse racing.

Stella felt a headache coming on, “Do you even remember how you got home last night?”

“Hmm?”

Stella was rendered speechless.

He really didn’t remember.

Just when she thought it couldn’t get more frustrating, Ronald reached out and removed her scarf.

Feeling a draft on her neck and her heartbeat stopping for a moment, Stella instinctively tried to snatch the scarf back.

But in her haste, she ended up tumbling right into Ronald’s arms.

Both Stella and the rest were speechless.

The room fell silent.

The butler and the servants tensed up for a second before quickly excusing themselves. Everyone in the house knew Ronald and Stella weren’t related by blood.

Should anything more intimate happen between them, it was crucial to have the foresight to leave them to their privacy. Their life might be in danger if they saw what they weren’t supposed to see.

Chapter 166

There were only Stella and Ronald left. She gazed at him; every blink from Ronald sent Stella’s heart into a skip, instinctively making her want to rise from his embrace.

But Ronald had other plans, pinning her down the next moment, “What’s with your neck?”

His magnetic voice was deep, carrying a tone that made her heart skip yet again.

Stella stuttered, “Well, that…I got bitten by a bug last night.”

Only someone with no memory of last night would ask such a question.

Thinking back to how he had dominantly pinned her to the couch last night, it wasn’t a surprise her neck bore such a conspicuous mark.

Ronald raised an eyebrow, “A bug, again?”

Stella nodded frantically, “Yes, a bug again.”

What else could she say? She couldn’t outright admit it was his doing, could she?

He had been gentle, and yet possessive, biting her lips so strong that she could still feel the burning pain in the morning.

The man’s warm fingertips grazed her tender lips, “This bug seems quite fierce, causing this much damage.”

Stella’s cheeks heated uncontrollably. She nodded again, “Yeah, it was pretty fierce, couldn’t even fight it off.”

Ronald tightened his grip around her waist, “You fought it?”

Stella replied with deadpan sincerity, “I did.”

But in reality, she wouldn’t dare. Her slap would have surely woken him up, turning the scene into an inexplicable mess. So, she never mustered the courage to actually do it.

Ronald chuckled, “Let’s have the butler fumigate your room properly.”

“Totally. And, can you please not drink anymore?”

His stomach wasn’t in a good condition to begin with. Moreover, who in this world had the ability to make him adjust? Why drink someone else’s booze?

Besides, drinking led to mishaps, and if something went wrong, she couldn’t even hold him accountable.

How frustrating!

Not knowing if it was her illusion or something, Stella felt there was an underlying message in his tone she couldn’t quite grasp.

But Ronald didn’t loosen his grip, making her escape impossible.

“You haven’t told me how they’re related.”

The relation was his drunken amnesia.

With that thought, Stella glared at Ronald indignantly, “Just stop drinking.”

Ronald, finding her indignation adorable, affectionately pinched her cheek.

Before they could continue, Idris arrived.

Seeing him, Stella instinctively struggled to free herself from Ronald’s embrace.

This time, Ronald didn’t tease her further, letting her go with a gentle, “Eat well.”

His tone was as soothing as a lullaby to a child.

Idris, expressionless, seemed accustomed to such scenes.

As Ronald headed to the living room, Idris followed, “Sir, Thane Quarry requests a meeting.”

Thane, Yorick’s father, was getting anxious since Ronald had been elusive.

With the Larkin family’s mines depleted and the Quarry family in need of a new source, Thane’s personal involvement was hardly surprising.

Chapter 167

Ronald glanced at his wristwatch before his gaze drifted over to the dining area. Seeing Stella diligently munching on her food brought a softness to his eyes. “Is Yorick still tied up with the thing about Wave Residence?”

Wave Residence, which was Yorick’s dream project, intended to provide a healing space for the Larkin family’s adopted daughter.

A tough guy in his prime, Thane was. A wolf raising a pup must be heart-wrenching for him.

Idris nodded, “Yes.”

Ronald said, “Call Thane back and tell him…”

He trailed off as he noticed Stella spitting out the donut she had been eating into her napkin. It seemed she had bitten into something unpleasant, grimacing and gulping down water to rinse her mouth.

Ronald’s expression darkened slightly. His tone hardened, “Just say his son’s situation is urgent.”

Idris was speechless.

His son’s situation was urgent?

If Thane heard this, he’d probably want to throttle Yorick.

What could possibly be so urgent with Yorick now? His fiery affair with Ursula was all the rage, especially with the pressing matter of Wave Residence.

Speaking of Yorick, Idris couldn’t help but comment, “How did Thane end up with such a character for a son? Even a Casanova should choose wisely. It’s like he wants to end the Quarry lineage.”

And Ursula’s reputation didn’t help.

From what they had dug up, Yorick’s choice of women was…disappointing, to say the least.

Ronald chuckled, “That’s why Thane should be worried about his son right now.”

Idris caught Ronald’s drift, realizing the cunning plan.

Those people, Ronald seemed indifferent, but after how they’ve treated Stella over the years, retaliation was inevitable.

Idris nodded, “I’ll send the message now.”

Once Idris left, Ronald motioned to the butler lurking in the shadows, who approached respectfully, “Sir?”

“Fire the entire kitchen staff today.”

The butler’s heart shook at his words.

“Will do.”

“Not to your liking?”

The butler, following Ronald, shuddered, understanding the justification behind the kitchen staff’s dismissal.

“Are you heading out?”

No doubt, they had probably been in meetings all night.

Stella raised an eyebrow, “What did you do to them?”

“Those measly assets in their hands are wasted.”

Stella remained silent, recalling Ronald’s intention to hand over the entire Larkin family’s assets to her.

She wasn’t particularly interested, but seeing Ronald about to leave, she didn’t press further.

As Ronald predicted, the Larkin family was clueless. They hadn’t figured out what was the problem until now.

Soon after Ronald left, Stella received a call from Tabitha, informing her that Jeremy was looking for her in the office, likely over the ring incident.

“Tell him I’ll need an hour.”

“Got it.”

After hanging up, Stella prepared to get changed upstairs.

As she headed out, her phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number.

“The curtains at Wave Residence should be about replaced by now.”

Chapter 168

The moment Stella saw the message, she knew it had Ursula’s fingerprints all over it.

What puzzled Stella was where Ursula was getting the energy to flaunt things in her face, especially now that she was practically on her deathbed.

But then again, Stella thought it was a blessing in disguise that Ursula was battling not one but three life-threatening conditions. Otherwise, she would have had to step in and handle things herself.

Little did Stella know, that Ursula could only find comfort now by harassing her. Waking up to a pillow covered in clumps of hair had brought Ursula to the brink of despair.

Stella replied, feeling speechless, “Nothing’s set in stone, right?”

Was Yorick still leading Ursula on?

Ursula shot back, “Whether it’s certain or not, Rick’s got nothing to do with you anymore.”

Oh, the nerve.

Stella typed, “Wouldn’t you be scared if I showed this message to Yorick?”

Ursula replied, “Go ahead!”

After all, it wasn’t her number. It would then be a matter of who Yorick believed more – her or Stella.

Stella then texted, “How about a bet of a hundred thousand bucks that you won’t move into Wave Residence?”

If Ursula loved to show off so much, Stella was ready to play along.

What was the fun in bragging if there was no stake involved?

Ursula’s breath hitched upon reading Stella’s message, a glint of malice in her eyes.

“A hundred thousand, you dare to say it out loud?”

Stella responded, “Can’t handle the bet?”

Since when did pride matter over cold, hard cash?

It was just a hundred thousand dollars. She believed Rick wouldn’t let her down. If Stella lost, that would be a hundred thousand in her pocket.

Winning a hundred thousand from Stella would be perfect.

With that in mind, Ursula texted Stella, “Remember, you agreed to this bet. A hundred thousand dollars was your idea.”

The mention of “playing innocent” hit a nerve with Ursula.

Ursula was so infuriated by Stella’s message that she nearly fainted. Fuming, she deleted the messages and handed the phone back to the nurse.

Stella, receiving no reply from Ursula, knew she had effectively shut her up. She always preferred to put the ugly truth out there first. Seeing Ursula with that smug, fake innocent look always made Stella want to tear her apart.

…

When Stella finally arrived at the studio, an hour had passed.

Upon seeing her, Jeremy stood up, “Star, you’re finally here. Been waiting for a while now.”

His tone carried a hint of a familiarity that bordered on presumptuous. To the unbeknownst, there was seemingly some deep bond between him and Stella.

Especially when Jeremy tried to cozy up to her, Stella instinctively dodged.

Seemed like he hadn’t learned his lesson from Ronald yet.

Stella cut to the chase, “Mr. Patel, let’s keep this professional, shall we?”

No need for that close comfort, it was unsettling!

Chapter 169

Stella carelessly tossed her bag onto the couch, a move so practiced it seemed second nature.

Jeremy watched a flicker of meaning crossing his eyes. A customized bag treated with such nonchalance.

Were the Larkins all blind? How could they think Stella was some country bumpkin? Which “country” raised their kids to be so extravagantly wasteful?

He remembered Sirena saying, “Jaxon’s sister is just a country girl, clueless about everything. The Larkins can’t take her anywhere.”

At the time, Jeremy believed it, but now, he thought they must all be blind.

“Mr. Patel?”

Noticing Jeremy’s silent stare at her bag, Stella frowned, “Do you like my bag, Mr. Patel?”

Jeremy snapped back, “Huh?”

“If you like it, it’s yours,” Stella offered.

Jeremy was speechless. Such generosity? A bag worth tens, maybe hundreds of thousands, offered so casually. Truly, only someone raised by Ronald could afford to be so.

But then again, for the Quinns, Stella couldn’t possibly spend it all.

“No need.”

Despite its value, what use did he have for a woman’s bag? To gift it to a woman? He wasn’t seeing anyone!

Quickly, he pulled out a box from his pocket and pushed it across the desk towards Stella.

Stella’s stomach momentarily churned as she saw another velvet box, “What’s this for, Mr. Patel?”

Another gift? Or was he still hoping for a favor through her, a favor that wouldn’t even work with Ronald?

Embarrassed, Jeremy explained, “That box before, have you opened it?”

Stella kept silent.

The item was indeed a mistake; she knew it.

After all, he was the heir of one of the top clans in Portis City, and there was no way he was clueless about what he sent.

“So, Mr. Patel, you mean you want the previous gift back?”

Stella’s lips twitched at his words. Her gaze inadvertently drifted towards the trash can, now empty.

Shoot!

“What do you mean?” Jeremy tensed up at her words.

Jeremy’s heart sank further when he realized Ronald’s displeasure might have been about the ring.

So, that call from Idris was related to the ring?

Looking at Stella with complicated emotions, Jeremy asked, “Didn’t you tell him it might have been a mix-up?”

“How was I supposed to know if you’d mixed it up?”

At the time, Stella was more concerned about her own safety than Jeremy’s fate. The rest she couldn’t care more.

Jeremy breathed heavily, “Where’s the ring now?”

“He threw it away, in the trash.”

Stella had thought about retrieving the ring to return it to Jeremy, but never got the chance with Ronald in the office all along.

Daring to pick it up in his presence? She might as well have been signing her own death warrant.

Chapter 170

Jeremy gasped, “You didn’t manage to get it back for me?”

Stella winced, “I didn’t dare!”

Jeremy was speechless. If Stella didn’t dare to confront Ronald, was there anyone bold enough to take action?

Clearly not.

“Who took out the trash?”

A nearly one million dollar item just thrown away? Although it wasn’t a big deal for him financially, his money certainly didn’t come from a stroke of luck. Plus, the ring belonged to Caius.

Stella said, “Let me ask around.”

She immediately picked up the internal phone and summoned Tabitha.

When Tabitha heard it was about the trash, she confessed, “I took it out when I left work yesterday.”

“Did you happen to see a ring box in the trash?”

“Nope, it was all just paper.”

Who would dig through the trash, anyway?

Stella glanced at Jeremy with a look that said it all.

This was a disaster.

Yesterday’s trash was already out, and he likely needed to head for the dump.

Jeremy turned to Tabitha, “You didn’t see a pretty big box?”

Tabitha looked innocent, “No, I didn’t.”

Stella gazed at him, “The box wasn’t that big.”

It really wasn’t, just a ring box, after all.

Jeremy felt a headache coming on, especially remembering the call he’d just received from Caius, implying there’d be trouble if the ring wasn’t found. It seemed his attempt to help had only made things worse.

Jeremy propped his forehead, “Couldn’t you have checked? I mean, it was your boss’s trash. What if she accidentally threw something important in there?”

Tabitha, confused, glanced at Stella, then back at Jeremy.

Designer bags were tossed around like they were nothing, what could possibly be worth digging through the trash for?

Stella waved at Tabitha, “You can go.”

Tabitha turned and left, leaving Stella and Jeremy alone, with Jeremy’s expression indescribable.

Stella replied, “You heard her, didn’t you?”

He was praying the item had been recovered.

Stella became slightly annoyed at his insistence, “What do you take my people for? They wouldn’t do that.”

Jeremy had intended to push further but dropped it upon hearing her tone. Angering her would only make matters worse with Mr. Quinn, who was very protective of her.

Jeremy sighed, “Could you maybe explain to your brother? I really did send the wrong ring.”

Whether the ring could be found was now irrelevant. The priority was avoiding any misunderstandings with Ronald. He was sure the call from Idris yesterday was about that ring.

“Alright.”

Seeing Jeremy so anxious, Stella pulled out her phone and dialed Ronald’s number. After just two rings, he picked up, “Star.”

“Mr. Patel came asking about the ring.”

Jeremy’s heart pounded at her words.

Could she not have prefaced with an explanation as to why he was asking for the ring?

Her straightforwardness, was it not digging a deeper hole for him in front of Ronald?

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