Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath [Stella] (Chapters 281 to 290) 

Chapter 281

The next morning, Stella slowly awoke, feeling tightly held in place.

Turning her head, she found Ronald’s eyes gleaming with amusement as he watched her.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, still groggy and slightly bewildered by his presence.

Ronald raised an eyebrow and playfully pinched Stella’s cheek. “Forgot already?”

Stella’s mind instantly flooded with memories from last night, and her face turned a bright shade of red. “Then why are you still here?”

“Hmm?”

Stella blinked, the events of last night rushing back. Ronald was insistent about staying over. She’d laid out all the pros and cons, but he wouldn’t listen.

By now, both Idris and the housekeeper were undoubtedly aware of the dramatic shift in their relationship. She felt helpless, deciding to let Ronald handle it all.

A buzzing sound interrupted her thoughts as the phone vibrated non-stop.

Ronald picked it up and glanced at the screen. It wasn’t his—it was Stella’s.

Seeing Yvonne’s name flashing on the caller ID, Stella handed the phone to Ronald. “I can’t take this call.”

Ronald’s brow furrowed slightly as he saw the name, but without a word, he pressed the answer button.

Before he could speak, Yvonne’s voice erupted from the other end. “You little rascal! You’ve really grown some nerve, huh? Three years gone, and you think you can just rat me out? Let me tell you, this isn’t over. You better not show your face in Ferrowland again.”

Yvonne was fuming, her voice a mix of rage and disbelief.

It was obvious—she had been sent back to Ferrowland.

Ronald spoke calmly into the phone, “Are you threatening her?”

Stella clutched Ronald’s robe anxiously.

Yvonne stammered, “I-I was just…”

Ronald’s icy demeanor seemed to seep through the phone, reaching Yvonne.

To be fair, she did miss Stella. When they were younger, Ronald had taken Stella to live near their school, and Yvonne had wanted to join them but was stuck with her studies. Back then, she’d save all her favorite snacks for Stella, only to watch them go stale because Ronald’s visits home became sporadic.

Ronald scoffed. “That’s an interesting way to show you miss her.”

Yvonne grumbled, “I was just mad. I wanted to see her, but you never let me visit Portis City.”

She was genuinely irritated. Ever since Ronald found Stella, Yvonne had been itching to visit Portis City, but Ronald had blocked her every attempt.

This time, she’d managed to slip away from Ferrowland, only to be caught by Idris’s people halfway through. When she finally got a chance to call Stella, it seemed like Stella had ratted her out. How infuriating!

“Wait a minute,” Yvonne said suddenly, sounding puzzled. “Isn’t it just dawn in Portis City? How’s Star up so early?”

Her question, full of suspicion, implied a curious observation about Stella’s phone being with Ronald.

Hearing Yvonne’s inquiry through the speaker, Stella’s heart leaped into her throat.

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Her small hand clung nervously to Ronald’s shirt collar, her grip tightening with each passing second.

Ronald glanced down at her, noticing the anxiety in her eyes, and an amused smirk tugged at his lips.

With a swift motion, he grabbed her hand and tucked it inside his shirt.

Stella felt the firmness beneath her fingers and instinctively tried to pull away, but Ronald held her hand playfully captive.

“Let me go!” she exclaimed, flustered.

Just then, Yvonne’s voice crackled through the phone. “Hey, Ronald, what are you guys up to?”

Stella’s mind went blank. She’d completely forgotten that Ronald was on a call with Yvonne.

How embarrassing!

Ronald, still teasing Stella, responded coolly into the phone, “Curious, are you?”

Yvonne fell silent, confused.

Stella, too, fell silent.

Was he playing with her?

Yvonne hesitated, then said, “Uh… not really?”

She knew better than to pry into Ronald’s business. As his sister, she was well aware of his intimidating ways.

The last time she’d questioned him, she ended up on a two-month survival trek in the desert, unable to shower- an experience she hoped never to repeat.

“Nope, not curious at all,” she quickly added for good measure. “Is Stella really up this early?”

Both Stella and Ronald were left speechless.

In Yvonne’s memory, Stella was someone who loved sleeping in and had a hard time getting up for school. She would almost always arrive nearly an hour later than the time the school required. It was Ronald who always indulged her.

Ronald narrowed his eyes. “Yvonne.”

“Hey, this girl is something else. She’s been gone for three years, and now she’s all of a sudden so diligent. Did the real world knock some sense into her?

Stella was full of questions. She didn’t remember her cooking skill being that bad.

“Shut up.”

Stella was also shocked, staring at Ronald.

Stella twitched her lips. She couldn’t believe it. Was the spaghetti she made for them that bad?

Was it really that toxic?

Yvonne asked, “Huh? After all these years, you’re still not going to let her know? You’d better tell her. If she hasn’t improved her cooking, don’t make food for me anymore. I don’t want to be vomiting all over again.”

Yvonne kept rambling on the phone.

But Ronald hung up the phone without hesitation.

The room finally fell silent.

Stella looked at Ronald, her eyes wide, “Did my cooking really send you to the hospital?”

She hadn’t known about such a big thing.

Ronald pinched the little hand that was still resting on his chest, and Stella realized where her hand was. Her face turned red again, and she instinctively tried to pull it back.

“Let go.”

She huffed, forcefully pulling her hand back and hiding it.

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Breakfast at the table.

Idris entered, followed by the butler.

Stella sat with her head down, eating her breakfast. She was still grappling with the sudden shift in her relationship with Ronald.

But Ronald? Well, he’d made sure everyone knew about it.

The only sounds in the dining room was the clinking of cutlery against plates. The silence was so intense that Stella could almost hear her own heartbeat.

Not long after, Finley showed up.

The moment she caught sight of him, Stella ducked her head even lower.

Finley plopped down next to her with a grin, “Well, look at that! Star’s all quiet and proper for breakfast. What a rare sight!”

His tone was unmistakably teasing.

“What’s with the scarf at breakfast? The heating’s on full blast. C’mon, let me take that off for you.”

Stella flinched and slapped his hand away.

Was he really that clueless, or was his emotional IQ just that low? She cursed him silently. Seriously, could he not avoid the one thing she didn’t want to talk about?

Finley chuckled, glancing between Stella and Ronald. “You too, mate. Be gentle with Star, will ya?”

Stella’s mind imploded. Her already stiff body seemed to sink further into her seat as if she could disappear into her cereal bowl.

Just as Finley finished his sentence, Ronald’s foot found its mark under the table.

Finley winced.

“What the…”

Before he could say more, Ronald’s icy gaze cut him off. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to eat, obviously.”

Finley rubbed his shin where he’d been kicked and looked to the butler, signaling for more cutlery.

But Ronald’s voice was like frost. “The food this morning isn’t to your taste.”

Finley eyed the feast on the table. “Says who? I love this kind of food.”

Finley blinked, baffled.

Both Stella and Ronald fell silent.

His protest was cut short by another sharp kick to his leg.

Finley glanced at Stella, who was still shrinking into herself. How would this girl survive if Ronald wasn’t around?

Finley’s mouth twitched. “You’re really kicking me out? Come on, man, it’s freezing outside. I just want something warm.”

Just as Ronald was about to deliver another well-aimed kick, Stella spoke up.

She whispered, “Don’t make it hard for Finley. Let him eat here.”

The path out of Mist Bay was icy and led along the coast—hardly a pleasant morning drive.

Finley sighed. “Thanks, Star.”

But ‘thud’—another kick.

Finley had had enough. How could someone so rough manage to raise a girl so delicate?

Frankly, he still couldn’t believe Stella had been raised by Ronald.

Their eyes met, Ronald’s gaze sharp and unrelenting.

Finley threw up his hands. “Fine, fine, I’ll eat in the kitchen, alright?”

He could feel Stella’s tension beside him. Ronald’s overprotectiveness was absurd. Was sparing her a little embarrassment really such a big deal?

Finley stood to leave, casting a glance at Stella, who was practically hiding in her plate.

And before Ronald could aim another kick, Finley had already made his escape to the kitchen.

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With just Stella and Ronald left in the room, Ronald glanced over at Stella with a teasing smirk. “If you keep going, you might get your face stuck in that bowl.”

Stella shot him an exasperated look but didn’t say anything.

Ronald’s demeanor had shifted completely from the stern expression he had shown Finley earlier. Now, he was all smiles.

“Come here,” he said, his voice gentle.

Stella reluctantly moved over to sit beside him. Ronald reached out and began to untie the scarf around her neck.

“What are you doing?” Stella exclaimed, clamping her hand over the scarf to stop him.

If he took it off, everyone would see. And if they all started asking questions like Finley did, what would she say?

“You really think keeping it covered means no one knows?” Ronald raised an eyebrow at her.

Stella’s heart sank. “So everyone knows now?” she asked, her eyes pleading as she looked up at him.

If word got back to Ferrowland, her mother and Yvonne would surely find out. The thought made Stella’s mind spin with anxiety.

She tugged at Ronald’s sleeve, feeling the weight of the situation.

Just then, Ronald placed a freshly baked biscuit into her bowl. His laugh was soft when he noticed her tugging. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m scared,” Stella admitted in a quiet voice.

She wasn’t just saying it; she truly felt that way. She could handle anyone else finding out, but facing her mother’s questions? That was another story entirely.

Ronald took a measured sip of milk, his eyes never leaving hers. “Didn’t I already give you the solution?”

“You mean just say it was all your idea?” she asked, her eyes searching his.

Stella swallowed hard. “But wouldn’t that ruin your reputation?”

Though they weren’t related by blood, the world saw them as siblings. Her mother always introduced her as “my youngest daughter” at social gatherings, making the situation between them all more tangled.

Stella’s heart skipped a beat, and her eyes welled up with tears.

“It’s not that. I just…”

Stella nodded, her heart fluttering again. Ronald was right. No one had the authority to challenge the Lugar family. If Ronald was willing to take the risk, surely no one else would dare say a word.

She sniffed and looked up at him, her eyes meeting his. “So, if Yvonne asks, I should just tell her that?”

Ronald chuckled softly, giving her earlobe a playful tug. “Yes.”

Stella hesitated for a moment before asking, “When did you start feeling this way about me?”

Ronald seemed amused by the question. “What do you mean?”

“You know… when did you start having those feelings?” she pressed. Memories of his feigned obliviousness flashed through her mind.

Back then, it had terrified her, every unexpected gesture of his making her heart race uncontrollably. Hiding her own feelings had always been a struggle. And now, with the marks he left on her, it had become even more precarious.

But it turned out he knew everything all along and was just teasing her. The realization made her want to retaliate with a playful bite. Yet, when her eyes landed on the faint bruise on his neck, she decided to let it go.

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After breakfast, Ronald headed straight to his study. Meanwhile, Finley finished his breakfast in the kitchen, his gaze drifting toward Stella, who quickly turned away, feigning obliviousness.

“Running away again, are we?” Finley crossed his arms, his voice dripping with annoyance.

Stella knew why Ronald had sent Finley away earlier—it was to spare her from that exact moment.

Now, with Finley confronting her directly, she turned around and meekly replied, “Finley.”

Finley stepped closer, letting out a huff. “How is your injury?”

Stella froze, her mind scrambling. She knew exactly what injury he was referring to, but the casual way he asked left her utterly flustered.

How was she supposed to answer that?

Her cheeks flushed a bright red, and she couldn’t bring herself to look up.

Seeing her silence, Finley snorted. “I’m talking to you.”

“Better, a bit better,” she mumbled. Why was he even asking about this? Was this really his concern?

“Girls need to take care of themselves,” Finley lectured. “Ronald might spoil you, but men can be thoughtless sometimes.”

Stella was speechless.

Finley was on a roll, giving her a sermon.

“He may not know his limits, but you should. These kinds of injuries are no joke.”

“Please, just stop,” Stella finally blurted, her embarrassment peaking. Her voice quivered as she cut him off.

Finley was taken aback. “You…”

“I know, okay? I’m being ungrateful. Fine. Just… please stop.”

Finley’s mouth twitched. “I just meant…”

“I’ll leave so I won’t bother you,” Stella cut him off.

Without waiting for his response, she spun around and dashed off.

Watching her sprint away, Finley couldn’t help but think she’d make a great track star. “With that speed of hers, Ronald’s been worrying for nothing. She could escape anyone.”

In the blink of an eye, she was gone. He scratched his head, figuring the medicine he’d arranged for was working wonders if she could run like that.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Finley gulped. “Sorry, I overstepped.”

Idris approached from the other side. “Sir.”

“Skye Yoder has secretly arrived in Portis City.”

Idris continued, “She’s accompanied by people linked to Miss.”

Finley’s mouth twitched. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Idris glanced at Finley, then turned to Ronald. “It seems to be Miss Yvonne’s idea—to have her come and steal Miss Stella away.”

Finley’s heart skipped a beat. Was his sister really that bold? Stella wasn’t just Ronald’s sister anymore. If Skye dared to whisk her away, she must have a death wish.

“This must be some misunderstanding,” Finley insisted. “Idris, you can’t just assume she’s here to kidnap Stella because she’s with Yvonne’s people. That’s not fair.”

Ronald shot him a glare so icy that Finley nearly froze.

“I mean, it’s just…”

Could Skye really have been influenced by Yvonne to attempt such a thing?

“Wait, that doesn’t make sense. They despise each other, remember?” Finley continued, trying to make sense of it.

Skye and Yvonne had been at odds for years, a rivalry as explosive as a Fourth of July firework display.

Idris nodded. “Exactly. The fact that they don’t get along makes it the perfect cover.”

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“Idris, you…”

Finley was visibly flustered.

But he had to admit that Idris had a point. Considering how hard Yvonne had been looking for Stella these past two years, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say she had gone a bit mad in her search.

Finley took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He turned to Ronald. “Ronald, hear me out. I think there’s definitely some misunderstanding here. I’ll go and find her right away.”

Finley was practically pacing in circles.

That troublemaking tomboy, always causing chaos wherever she went.

As much as he was angry, she was still his sister. What was he supposed to do? Let her cause a disaster in front of Ronald and face the consequences?

He couldn’t even begin to imagine the fallout if Stella was truly taken.

As Finley turned, he heard Ronald’s cold voice behind him. “Throw her out.”

Idris replied, “Understood.”

Finley shivered.

“No, let me handle this. You don’t need to worry about it.”

Ronald remained silent.

“Besides, you know Star doesn’t like that violent side of yours. Remember that time she nearly shut down after seeing you in action?”

Finley was unaware that Stella had stumbled upon a similar scene the previous night. At the time, she neither fled nor shut down.

Ronald leaned back in his chair, locking eyes with Finley, sending another shiver down his spine.

Ronald said, “Skye needs to be taught a lesson.”

Finley blinked, caught off guard.

A lesson? Ronald’s way of teaching someone a lesson was something most people couldn’t endure.

Ronald turned to Idris. “Make sure she remembers.”

“Yes, sir,” Idris nodded.

Finley winced. Make Skye remember? Ronald’s idea of that usually involved something severe enough to leave a lasting impression.

Oh dear Lord, how did Skye get mixed up with Yvonne this time?

Idris turned to leave, but Finley grabbed his arm. “Hey, Idris, how exactly are you planning to make her remember?”

Finley blinked. “That’s it?”

Finley was left speechless. Something about that didn’t sit right.

The last time Idris said something like that, it had ended with a far worse outcome than a mere shiner.

Idris pulled his arm free. “You can’t even reach her right now. How do you plan on getting her to behave?”

That darn girl!

Finley pulled out his phone frantically, dialing Skye. Just as Idris had said, there was no response, and the other number was the same.

Finley was pacing furiously. “That little devil. When did she and Yvonne start getting along? Helping Yvonne with something this big?”

What on earth happened between Yvonne and Skye while they were out of town?

…

Stella was back in her room shortly after.

Ronald arrived not long after. When she heard him enter, Stella turned around, her cheeks still flushed.

Apparently, she hadn’t fully recovered from whatever Finley had stirred up earlier.

Ronald leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “You that scared?”

Stella looked at him with wide eyes, silent.

With a sigh, Ronald approached and pulled her into his arms. “You little thing.”

He sat down, pulling her onto his lap.

Their eyes met, and he leaned in, brushing his lips against hers. “No need to hide anymore, okay?”

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Ronald had been with Stella for quite some time before he finally took his leave.

Not long after, a knock sounded at the door.

Stella called out in a clear voice, “Come in.”

The door swung open to reveal a housekeeper. “Miss, there’s a gentleman by the name of Larkin here to see you.”

Stella paused for a moment. A Larkin?

“Is it the young one or the old one?”

“The young one.”

Ah, so it was Jaxon.

Remembering what Blaise had said yesterday at Spring Hill- how he’d do anything to make her happy- Stella couldn’t help but find it laughable.

Did they really think she was interested in their petty offerings? The issue had never been about the uneven distribution of resources. They could favor Ursula all they wanted and neglect her; it didn’t bother Stella in the slightest.

Everything happening now had nothing to do with whether they were good parents and siblings to her.

The housekeeper, noticing Stella’s silence, respectfully asked, “Would you like to see him?”

“Of course, I’ll see him.”

In this whole tangled mess, she was never the one who needed to avoid anyone.

…

Jaxon was waiting at the gate, having been denied entry to the Wave Residence. This only fueled his anger further.

“That ungrateful brat, I’m her brother, for Pete’s sake, and this is how she treats me,” Jaxon fumed to Yorick.

Once, Jaxon had at least tried to maintain a gentlemanly demeanor. That was back when he was respected in Portis City. Even though the Larkin family wasn’t as influential as the Quarry family, nobody had dared to treat him with such disregard, not even letting him past the gate.

Listening to Jaxon’s complaints, Yorick frowned but said nothing. Truth be told, to Stella, the entire Larkin family was never even on her radar.

As Stella approached, she overheard Jaxon still ranting.

“She’s actually trying to ruin Ursula, trapping her here in Portis City. How can she be so cruel?”

The more he spoke, the angrier he became. He had been up all night dealing with Ursula’s situation, but no matter what he tried, he couldn’t get her out of the city.

Yorick, too, had spent a sleepless night struggling with the issue.

Now, Ursula was running out of options.

Ursula needed treatment, and suddenly being cut off from medication was a death sentence for her.

“Ursula’s medication runs out today.”

Now, even those were gone.

“Don’t say anything more.”

But Jaxon, in his rage, wouldn’t listen. “That vindictive Stella, I’ll pretend she doesn’t exist as my sister for the rest of my life. Just wait until the Quinn family gets sick of her, and we’ll see what becomes of her.”

Stella appeared at the gate just then, her voice cutting through the air like a knife. “You might be waiting a long time for that day.”

Jaxon stiffened and locked eyes with Stella. He swallowed his anger, trying to keep it in check, but when he spoke, his tone was far from friendly.

“What do you want? You’ve caused such a scene. What is it that you’re after?”

Jaxon was desperate now.

In that moment, he actually hoped Stella would name her price. As long as there were terms, there was room to negotiate.

Stella crossed her arms, a mocking smile playing on her lips. “Is this how you ask for a favor? Seems like Ursula doesn’t mean much to you after all.”

“You…”

“Oh, and by the way, Ursula and I made a little bet about whether she could move into Mist Bay. The wager was one hundred thousand. As her brother and admirer, which one of you is going to pay up?”

Jaxon’s face, already sour, turned an even deeper shade of blue at the mention of a million.

“You’ve got the nerve to ask for money? After what you’ve done to her? You still want money?”

Jaxon was furious. How did he end up with such a shameless sister?

Stella said nothing, simply watching him with amused detachment.

Yorick shot her a cold look. “I’ll pay it.”

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From the moment Stella walked in, she didn’t spare Yorick a single glance.

Yorick, who had been engaged to her for two years, suddenly realized that Stella wasn’t exactly as the outside world portrayed her. At least when it came to their relationship, she wasn’t as the rumors suggested.

Jaxon noticed Yorick’s hesitation and grew anxious. “Rick,” he urged. He couldn’t stand Stella’s attitude. In his eyes, she wasn’t worth a dime.

Ignoring Jaxon, Yorick met Stella’s gaze. “If I give you the money, will you help Ursula leave Portis City?”

Since last night, they had been racking their brains to find a way to get Ursula out of the city. It was clear that Mr. Quinn had laid down a strict order against the Larkins and Quarries in regard to Ursula’s situation.

Right now, Stella held some influence within the Quinn family. Yorick didn’t want to antagonize her, especially since Ursula couldn’t afford any further delays.

Stella replied, “Give me the money first.”

Yorick shook his head. “No way.”

After being deceived by her before, he knew her tricks all too well. He had found out that she once used his credit card to buy expensive gifts for her entire studio. Each set of cosmetics costs over a thousand. Clearly, she wasn’t concerned about spending money that wasn’t hers.

Stella shrugged. “Fine, don’t give it then.”

She didn’t really care. She was just toying with them.

Jaxon interjected, “State your conditions for letting Ursula leave the country.”

Jaxon was in no mood for games. He just wanted to resolve Ursula’s issue as quickly as possible.

Stella chuckled. “You won’t fork over one hundred thousand, and you want me to name a price? I’m afraid it might scare you.”

Jaxon and Yorick were both speechless. This woman was something else.

Jaxon was fuming. “You’re crossing a line, Stella. I’m telling you, Ursula must leave the country.”

Stella replied nonchalantly, “Oh, I’m not the one in charge of that.”

Jaxon was taken aback. “Then who is?”

That word “brother” hit Jaxon like a punch. It took him a moment to realize she was referring to Ronald, not him. For some reason, it left him feeling unsettled.

Jaxon’s breath hitched at the mention of his secret. He grabbed Stella’s wrist tightly. “What do you know?”

Stella’s smile was gentle but knowing. “You’ve got guts, juggling Sirena Patel while your son is already over two years old.”

Yorick’s eyes were wide with shock.

Stella continued, “Lola doesn’t know, does she? You dote on this stepsister of yours more than your own son. Do you think any mother would stand for that?”

Stella knew Lola’s temperament well. If she found out, it would be chaos.

Jaxon felt trapped. He never wanted the world to know about the woman from the bar who had become his mistress and the mother of his child.

Stella freed her wrist from his grip, rubbing the red mark he’d left. After dropping her bombshell, she turned to leave, uninterested in engaging further.

“If you let Lola know, I’ll make sure you regret it,” Jaxon threatened vehemently.

At that moment, Ronald appeared at the door of the security room. His gaze was icy as he looked at Jaxon. “And just how do you plan to do that?”

Stella had already reached Ronald’s side. He pulled her closer, inspecting her wrist where the mark was still visible. His eyes, already cold, turned dangerously sharp as he faced Jaxon. “Was this your doing?”

Jaxon, still simmering with anger, felt a chill under Ronald’s intense stare. He gulped, feeling like a wilting plant under a harsh sun.

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Ronald had this natural aura of intimidation that could make anyone feel the raw masculinity in just a single glance.

Even though Jaxon and Yorick were considered the golden boys of Portis City, they couldn’t help but lower their heads at this moment.

Ronald narrowed his eyes slightly. “Idris.”

“Yes, sir.”

“The Larkin family now…”

“Mr. Quinn,” Jaxon felt a jolt in his chest as he hurriedly stepped forward to interrupt Ronald.

He couldn’t afford to bring up the Larkin family anymore. The entire Larkin family was on the brink of bankruptcy, and their only valuable project had been halted.

Jaxon, feeling suffocated, said, “Mr. Quinn, there’s been a misunderstanding.”

As he spoke, he shot a glance at Stella, who was nestled in Ronald’s arm, signaling her with urgency.

This darn girl, how could she not see family loyalty? She was siding with an outsider against her own family.

Jaxon seethed internally, but he wore an expression of nervous apprehension, careful not to show his true feelings.

Ronald raised an eyebrow. “Are you implying I’m deaf?”

Jaxon stammered, “No, I…”

Facing Ronald’s increasingly icy gaze, Jaxon felt another tremor in his heart. He instinctively looked to Stella. His eyes were twitching, practically begging her to speak up.

Was this girl really going to let him die here?

His gaze shifted to the cold object strapped to Ronald’s waist, and he swallowed hard.

Especially since Stella remained silent.

Jaxon was truly desperate now. “Star.”

The moment those words left his mouth, a loud ‘thud’ echoed, followed by Jaxon’s muffled groan.

A sharp pain erupted in his stomach as if his insides had shattered.

Ronald’s kick was far from gentle. Jaxon clutched his stomach, nearly doubling over in agony.

Yorick, witnessing Jaxon’s plight, stood frozen. He couldn’t step in to help; he was already nursing his own injuries.

Besides, this was Mist Bay.

The Quarry Group had various issues that needed Ronald’s intervention, and knowing who he was, how could he afford to offend him further?

Ronald narrowed his eyes again. “Who gave you the nerve to harm her?”

The pain was excruciating, and he could barely catch his breath.

“Huh?”

What should they do? Was he asking her?

Ronald raised an eyebrow. “Off with him, perhaps?”

Yorick, Jaxon, and everyone present were equally stunned.

Off with him? To speak of such brutality so casually…

At that moment, Jaxon realized Ronald wasn’t joking. He was dead serious about taking his life.

“Star, Star,” Jaxon was in full panic mode.

Stella’s mouth twitched as she looked at Ronald. “Well, uh…”

“What? Star, are you reluctant?”

“No, no, not at all. Please, by all means.”

Reluctant? What a joke. When it came to the Larkin family and its affairs, Stella didn’t dare utter a single word wrong in front of Ronald. She was afraid of giving the impression she was eager to return to the Larkin family.

Jaxon exclaimed, “Star, I’m your brother!”

“Brother, what brother? You blockhead!”

Was this guy out of his mind? Claiming to be her brother in front of Ronald? Did he have a death wish?

During those years in Ferrowland, how many guys around Ronald wanted to play the big brother role for her? None of them left without getting a good kick from Ronald.

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Just look at Finley’s legs—probably still not healed even after these few days.

Now, when it’s a matter of life and death, he remembered he’s her biological brother? Who was it before, endlessly oppressing her for Ursula’s sake? Even today, he’s only here for Ursula’s survival.

No idea what bad luck she must have had in a past life to end up stuck with this kind of blood relation in this one.

Ronald’s hand moved to his waist.

“Star, listen, just let me explain,” Jaxon began, trying to diffuse the escalating situation.

Stella noticed Ronald’s movement too. She slipped out of his embrace in a hurry. “Oh, I just remembered- I haven’t fed my bunny yet. I should get on that. You guys carry on and talk.”

She knew her presence would only add fuel to the fire.

Yorick and Jaxon were left speechless. Jaxon was on the brink of losing his life, and she was off to feed a rabbit?

As Stella dashed out the door, Jaxon called after her, “Stella.”

But she was already gone, like a breeze, leaving no trace behind.

Yorick shrugged, helpless. Jaxon’s heart sank.

This girl… was she really going to leave him to die here?

Jaxon turned his terrified gaze to Ronald.

Ronald was casually spinning a gun in his hand, a deadly toy in an expert’s grip.

Before Jaxon could fully process the movement, the cold barrel pressed against his forehead with a foreboding click.

“Mr. Quinn, please, calm down. Let me explain,” Jaxon stammered, sweat pouring down his brow.

Regret flooded through him. Coming to Stella was nothing short of a death wish.

Yorick stepped forward. “Mr. Quinn—”

Bang!

With a single sound, the air fell silent for just a moment before erupting completely with Jaxon’s piercing screams.

If he could still scream, Ronald hadn’t killed him.

Jaxon clutched his hand in agony, pain radiating through his body.

Jaxon’s heart clenched.

How had Ronald found out? Did Stella tell him?

Jaxon’s breath came in ragged gasps.

Before he could utter a word, Ronald shifted his aim to Jaxon’s other hand. “And this hand, weren’t you about to slap her with it?”

Jaxon shook his head frantically. “No, I didn’t.”

In truth, he never landed a slap on Stella. She was a little tigress, impossible to pin down. She’d turned the place upside down that day. Aside from that one push that injured her, he hadn’t laid a finger on her.

With Ronald’s gun pointed at him again, Jaxon’s breath quickened. “Mr. Quinn, she’s still my sister. I…”

Bang!

Another scream tore from Jaxon’s throat, cutting his words short.

Meanwhile, Stella had reached the main building and was too far away to hear Jaxon’s second scream. When the second gunshot rang out, her heart skittered with uncertainty.

Had Ronald finally decided to end Jaxon’s life?

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