Chapter 631

The word “payment” rolled off Hull’s tongue thick and heavy. If you listened closely, you could hear the undertone in his voice, a sort of meaning that went beyond the obvious.

Too bad Susanna was too stunned to notice.

“Wait, you want… payment?” she blurted out, eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

This couldn’t be right. She’d asked Star for help, hadn’t she? Star must’ve gone to Mr. Quinn, and Mr. Quinn, in turn, probably asked Hull to handle it. So if Hull was now asking her for payment, wasn’t he just pocketing something on the side?

Susanna’s mind was spinning at a hundred miles an hour.

“Does Mr. Quinn… know about this?” she whispered, glancing around as if someone might overhear.

This wasn’t exactly something that would earn her a gold star. If word got to Mr. Quinn, Hull would be in hot water, right? Yet here he was, bold as brass.

Hull chuckled, a low, amused sound. “Are you threatening me?”

“What? No, no, not at all!” Susanna shook her head so fast she nearly got dizzy.

Who was she kidding? Threaten him? She wasn’t that reckless. If Hull so much as hinted she’d crossed a line, even Star wouldn’t be able to get her out of trouble.

“I swear, I’m not. I just…” Susanna trailed off, cheeks burning, then dropped her gaze to her shoes. She looked about as helpless as a stray kitten.

Hull smirked, watching her shrink into herself. “Just what?”

“I just… don’t have any money.” The words came out so quietly, they were barely more than a squeak.

It was true. She didn’t have a dime to her name. When she’d left Portis City, she’d left everything behind, and by the time she got to Ferrowland, she’d lost her bag running from those guys who’d been chasing her. Luck hadn’t exactly been on her side lately.

For a second, Hull’s smirk faltered. But then he said, with a sly glint in his eyes, “Looks like you owe me quite a bit, then.”

Susanna couldn’t help but wince. Quite a bit? How was she ever going to pay him back? At this rate, she’d be in debt for life-assuming her mom even made it out of Black Gate alive. If this went south, she’d be heading back to Portis City with more debts than she could count. Negative inheritance, that’s what they’d call it.

She’d already ruined Hull’s reputation, and now she was asking for his help. The guilt gnawed at her.

Hull didn’t seem to notice her inner panic. He leaned forward, voice low and meaningful. “Not all debts have to be paid in cash, you know.” Susanna’s head shot up. “Then… how am I supposed to pay you? I literally have nothing.”

Hull propped his chin on his fist, eyes glinting with mischief. There was something in his gaze that Susanna couldn’t quite read, but it made her squirm.

“Just think about what you have to offer. Whenever you figure it out, that’s when you’ll get to see your mom. How’s that sound?”

“What? Can’t I see her first?” Susanna pleaded. Her whole world was wrapped up in the hope of seeing her mother again. This was just cruel. Hull just smiled, slow and unyielding. “Sorry, sweetheart. No IOUS.”

Susanna’s mouth dropped open in silent protest.

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Stella was just about to drift off to sleep when her phone buzzed. Half-awake, she answered without checking the caller ID.

It was Yorick.

“Stella, I’m in Ferrowland. Can we meet?” His voice was familiar, but hearing it now, in this place, threw her off.

Stella froze, her mind racing. She’d figured that once she left Portis City and moved to Ferrowland, Yorick would be out of her life for good. Now he was here?

“Wait, what did you say?” she managed. “You’re in Ferrowland?”

“Yeah,” Yorick replied, “I landed about an hour ago. I want to see you.”

Even through the phone, there was something in his voice, warmth, longing—that she’d never heard before, not back in Portis City. But that kind of sentiment, coming at the wrong time and in the wrong place, didn’t exactly tug at her heartstrings. In fact, it gave her the creeps.

Any trace of sleep vanished. She sat straight up, let out a dry laugh, and said, “What, you here for my wedding or something?”

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Yorick: “…”

He sucked in a breath, sharp and heavy.

Right now, Yorick was standing in his townhouse in Ferrowland. The whole way here, he’d been meaning to reach out to Stella. But now that he was actually here? Nerves had him by the throat.

He’d seen all the headlines about her wedding in Ferrowland, not from Ronald, but through Lottie.

Lottie, the woman who raised Stella. Honestly, calling her “Mom” wouldn’t have been a stretch.

The way things played out between them? No one back in Portis City would’ve accepted it, not in a million years.

But Lottie… she’d posted it everywhere: “The daughter-in-law I raised is finally all grown up.”

Not daughter-daughter-in-law.

Apparently, the Lugar family had always treated Stella as their own future daughter-in-law. Yorick never could’ve guessed she held that kind of place with them.

Back in Portis City, when Stella and Ronald were tangled up together, Yorick had thought that relationship-growing up side by side was a line they’d never cross, not without consequences. He’d figured Ferrowland would eat her alive for it.

He’d been so sure: the past between them would always be a wall too high to climb. If the Lugar family ever cast her out, she’d only have one place to go back to Portis City. Back to him.

But he’d been wrong.

Now, here in Ferrowland, things he thought impossible were falling into place like it was nothing.

And Stella’s words, “Are you coming to my wedding?”-stabbed straight into his chest, sharp as a knife.

It hurt. It actually hurt to breathe.

“You’re really going to marry Ronald?” Yorick forced out, his voice rough.

His breath was ragged, and for a moment, the world spun. He’d never felt this kind of hollow ache before-not even when Ursula had left Portis City all those years ago.

Only after Stella left did he realize he remembered every single detail about her.

Stella gave a short, sardonic laugh. “You think I’d joke about this? Didn’t you see all the wedding prep?”

Yeah. The wedding to Ronald. The plans had started way back in Portis City.

Yorick pressed on, “Do you know how many people are dragging your name through the mud, Stella? Aside from the Lugar family and the Quinn family, no one’s accepting this.”

Stella went quiet.

He went on, relentless, “You and Ronald people don’t accept this, not anywhere. Doesn’t matter if the big families are on board. The rest of the world isn’t.”

But Stella just shrugged it off. “Why should I care? And why do you care, Yorick?”

The words knocked the wind out of him all over again.

Stella continued, cool and collected, “Worry about yourself, okay? Don’t tell me that after finding out the real Ursula, you suddenly realized you never loved her after all? That’d be a real shame for her and pretty laughable for your so-called love.”

“You, “Yorick started, but Stella cut him off.

“Look at me. No matter what I become, he loves me.”

Yorick reeled. No matter what, she became? Was she talking about Ronald? Did she really think Ronald… loved her? Did she even know what love was?

And then Stella added, “If I were you, I wouldn’t have time to hang around Ferrowland right now. Hogan Freeman isn’t someone you can just brush off.”

Hogan Freeman, the guy who survived the underground fighting rings. His mind was sharper, darker, than Yorick could ever hope to match. Yorick let out a bitter laugh, “Really? That’s your angle now? Well, congratulations, Stella. Because of that guy, I’ve lost everything.”

Stella fell silent.

Yorick looked down, voice hollow, “Just like you wanted. I’ve got nothing left.”

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Why had Yorick come all the way to Ferrowland?

Sure, part of it was to find Stella. But deep down, he still couldn’t accept it. He couldn’t just stand by and watch her marry Ronald.

And honestly? He’d needed to get away from all the chaos back in Portis City.

The Quarry family was a mess these days.

His father, Thane Quarry, had shifted all his attention to Hogan. Yorick’s mother was still stuck in the hospital, but Thane barely bothered to visit her anymore.

The sudden appearance of that man had shattered whatever peace the Quarry family had left-gone overnight.

“So this is my punishment, huh?” Yorick finally managed, his voice tight and strained.

Stella didn’t even flinch. “Sorry, but I don’t have time for revenge. You’re in this mess because you spent all your energy chasing love, not learning how to handle real life.”

Yorick was speechless-literally.

Stella kept going. “Do you know why you’re so easily knocked down? Because you’re too full of yourself, Yorick.”

If words could kill, this was it.

Back in Portis City, Yorick had been untouchable. People said he’d taken the Quarry Group to new heights. Sure, in that little city, he was a big deal. But what about outside? Once he left Portis City, who was he, really?

Stella’s words stabbed at him, each one sharper than the last. “Do you have to humiliate me right now?” he asked, barely holding it together.

“Humiliate?” Stella actually laughed. “You think I’m humiliating you?”

She rolled her eyes, as if Yorick’s understanding was just pathetic.

She leaned in, voice icy. “If you’d put even half the effort into the Quarry Group that you wasted pining after Ursula, Hogan wouldn’t have replaced you so easily, not even like swapping out the family dog.”

Yorick felt the word “dog” hit him like a brick to the head. His mind went blank.

“You’re calling me a dog?” he choked out.

This woman. Back in Portis City, she always acted like she was the victim, sharp-tongued and impossible. But even here in Ferrowland, she hadn’t changed a bit.

Sitting up in bed, Stella grabbed her mug of coffee, took a sip, and snorted. “No. I’m saying you’re not even as loyal as a dog.” Yorick could only stare, stunned.

Why couldn’t he get her out of his head? Why did every word she said stick with him and cut so deeply?

Before Stella could unleash another zinger, someone knocked on the door. Yvonne’s voice came through, brisk and impatient.

“Star, you can’t stay in bed any longer. We’re gonna be late!”

“Coming!” Stella called back, then promptly hung up on Yorick.

Yvonne, satisfied with the reply, pushed open the door. “Who were you talking to?”

“Yorick,” Stella replied, already blocking his number.

Seriously, what was it with these Portis City people? They were so desperate to reach her, they’d even started using local numbers. Yvonne’s face soured at the name. “Why are you still talking to him?”

As far as Yvonne was concerned, the Quarry family and the Larkin family were dead to them. No contact, no exceptions.

“I’ll set up a firewall for you,” Yvonne huffed. “Any Portis City number calls, it’ll get blocked. Let’s see how they try to bug you then.”

Stella shook her head. “Doesn’t help. Jaxon and Yorick both called me today with Ferrowland numbers.”

Yvonne’s frown deepened. “The Larkin family, too? What do they want now?”

She was genuinely angry. The Quarry family was bad enough, with that ex-fiancé who clearly didn’t know when to quit. But if the Larkin family started harassing Stella, that was just disgusting.

Stella shrugged. “They want to make amends. Or at least pretend to.”

It wasn’t sincere. It never was. The minute their wishes weren’t met, that apology would turn nasty.

That was the Larkin family for you, always two-faced.

“Make amends? Are you kidding me?” Yvonne scoffed. “They’re the ones who tossed you aside. Now they want you back? What’s the point?” First, they’d chosen the adopted daughter over Stella. Now, when it turned out the adopted one was a disaster, they suddenly wanted their real daughter back?

Some people really would go whichever way the wind blew.

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“Alright, I’ll grab a quick bite before I head out.”

Whether it was the Larkin family or Yorick, Stella was really in no mood to talk about anyone right now.

The moment Yvonne heard Stella mention food, she perked up.

“Exactly, you should eat something! Mom and your brother both said you need to eat before the party, that’s why I called you down.”

Eating, of course, would take a little time.

Yvonne quickly called a maid to help Stella change. The pale blue dress looked stunning on her.

But since it was form-fitting, Yvonne eyed her critically. “Hmm, got a bit of a baby bump now, huh?”

Pregnancy did change things a little, after all.

Stella glanced down and, sure enough, saw her belly sticking out just a little.

Yvonne grinned, “Honestly, you look adorable.”

Worried Stella might feel self-conscious, Yvonne tried to reassure her.

But Stella had never cared about that stuff. “Doesn’t matter. It’s not like I’m trying to impress anyone.”

Yvonne: “Wait, what?”

Stella turned to the maid. “Could you grab that white cardigan for me? I’m wearing it tonight.”

Even if it was an important dinner, she wasn’t about to freeze for fashion.

Yvonne just sighed. Guess she truly wasn’t planning to show off.

Not that she ever needed to. Growing up, Ronald always cared way more about Stella’s health than her looks.

If she put on a few extra pounds, he’d be delighted.

—

Once Stella was dressed, she finally sat down to eat.

At the table, she tucked into her food heartily.

Probably something Lottie had the kitchen staff whip up—a special herbal tea or vitamin drink to help with her pregnancy. Whatever it was, it worked wonders. The nausea was gone.

Yvonne had planned to eat with her, but after a single bite, she just stared at Stella’s enthusiasm. Honestly, watching Stella eat like that made her hungry, too.

“Hey, you sure you’re okay? If you feel sick, maybe take it easy. Wouldn’t want you to get sick right before the party.”

Yvonne couldn’t help but worry she’d overdo it.

But Stella looked absolutely fine. “I won’t get sick. The nausea’s been gone since lunchtime.”

Yvonne frowned. “Still, are you sure your stomach can handle all that?”

Even if the nausea was gone, Yvonne still worried. Stella’s health had been a handful growing up; hospital trips were practically routine. The doctors always said she had a good appetite, but her stomach was weak, so she shouldn’t eat too much in one go.

“Nope, that’s enough. Seriously, you can’t eat too much.” Yvonne scooped away Stella’s half-finished plate. Stella looked up at her with big, sad eyes.

“Come on, your brother said you could have a little, not stuff yourself. There’ll be plenty of food at the party.”

“But can I just have one more cookie?” The kitchen had made the most amazing little shortbread cookies, just sweet enough to be perfect. Yvonne turned away with the plate. “Nope.”

At that moment, Ronald walked in, right in time to see Yvonne take the food away from Stella.

Stella shot him a look of pure puppy-dog sadness.

Yvonne quickly tried to explain, “I swear, I wasn’t bullying her! You always tell her not to overeat, too!”

She honestly didn’t get how Stella’s appetite could be so good, considering her weak stomach. People always ended up eating more when they sat with Stella.

Stella looked at Ronald, eyes still pleading. “Bro, I—”

“What did you just call me?” Ronald cut her off, eyebrow raised.

Stella froze. “Uh…”

Yvonne blinked. Wait, what was she supposed to say?

Ronald ruffled Stella’s hair, a little smirk on his face. “Try again.”

Meeting his gaze, Stella’s face went bright red. “Husband?”

Yvonne: “…”

Really? She had to witness this level of cheesiness?

And Ronald wasn’t done yet. He looked over at Yvonne, eyebrow still cocked. “And what do you call her?”

“Star?” Yvonne replied, genuinely confused.

What now? Did she get it wrong, too?

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Ronald pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

He looked at Yvonne again. The fond gaze he’d just given Stella had vanished, replaced by stern seriousness.

“From now on, you call her ‘sister-in-law.””

Yvonne blinked.

Um…

That was going to be tough. Stella had always been her little sister, her baby sister, really since forever. And now, suddenly, she was supposed to call her ‘sister-in-law’?

‘Sister-in-law’… that just sounded…

“Wait, can’t we just keep it separate? You marry your wife, but she’s still my sister, right?”

Seriously, imagine the kid who’s been running around behind you since preschool, calling you ‘big sis, big sis’ and now you have to call her ‘sister-in-law’?

Who could get used to that?

Yvonne’s brain was having a minor meltdown. There was no way she could just switch the title like that.

Even Stella’s lips twitched when she heard Ronald lay down the law.

Ronald shot Yvonne a look, saying nothing, but the pressure in his eyes was enough to make her swallow hard. “Bro…” she tried, “I think she’s got a point.”

With that, Ronald flicked Stella’s cheek. “You need to get used to calling her Yvonne now. Got it?” Stella: “…”

Yvonne!

It wasn’t just hard for Yvonne to accept this new title; Stella herself looked like she’d seen a ghost.

“This is weird. Can’t we just… keep it the old way?”

“No.” Ronald’s tone brooked no argument. He turned to Yvonne, who was still frozen in place. “Well? What are you waiting for? Let’s hear you say ‘sister-in-law.””

Yvonne’s eyes widened in horror.

Just like that?

Ronald’s eyebrows dipped lower.

Yvonne felt a chill run down her spine. She forced herself to look at Stella, her voice dry as cardboard.

“S-sister-in-law?”

She stared at Stella, feeling like the universe had flipped upside down.

Just a little while ago, when she’d heard Stella was with Ronald, she’d actually been relieved. Stella had always been the worry of the family, so sensitive, so sheltered. If she’d ended up with anyone else, who knows how many times she’d have gotten hurt?

But now, calling her ‘sister-in-law’… This was next-level weird.

Yvonne could barely bring herself to say it, and Stella looked just as lost, staring back at her.

Yvonne’s eyelid twitched. “Why are you just staring at me? Say something!”

If Stella didn’t answer, Ronald would make her keep repeating it until she did, and then they’d both lose their minds.

Stella: “Um?”

“I called you ‘sister-in-law.””

Stella: “!!!”

The awkwardness in the air was almost suffocating.

Yvonne glanced at Ronald, utterly exasperated.

Thankfully, Ronald didn’t push it any further. He just nodded. “You’ll both have to get used to these changes.”

Stella: “…”

Yvonne: “…” He seemed to be the only one totally unfazed by this.

Just then, Ronald’s phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and, out of habit, ruffled Stella’s hair. “I need to take this.” “Okay,” Stella said obediently.

As he turned away, he paused, looking back at her. “And don’t even think about sneaking another piece of pie.” Stella: “Oh.”

She’d been so mortified, she’d forgotten she was even eating. But now, reminded of the casserole cooling in the kitchen, she felt her stomach rumble again.

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Yvonne hurriedly called for the staff to clear everything away.

The moment Ronald left, Yvonne scooted over to Stella, grinning mischievously. “So? How did it feel?”

Stella blinked, caught off guard. “How did it feel?”

Yvonne waggled her eyebrows. “C’mon, sis-in-law! How did you feel when I called you that, huh?”

Stella’s eyes widened. “Wait, what-?”

Honestly? The whole thing just felt… weird.

Yvonne nudged her. “Well? Spill it! What did it feel like?”

Stella let out a little laugh. “Honestly? It was pretty strange.”

“Right? I thought so too! But Ronald acts like it’s totally normal. I don’t get it,” Yvonne said, rolling her eyes.

Stella just shrugged, not really knowing what to say.

Yvonne declared, “I don’t care. When he’s not around, you’re still my Star, and you still have to call me your big sis. I’m not about to start acting all formal just because of him!”

She shook her head, thinking, Since when was Ronald such a stickler for rules?

Stella nodded obediently. “Okay, whatever you say, sis.”

The tension Yvonne had felt when Ronald was around finally eased a bit.

Seriously, that guy could be so intense sometimes…

Before she could say anything else to Stella, her phone started buzzing. She glanced at the screen-Xander was calling.

Yvonne’s face soured. She hit decline without a second thought.

But right after she hung up, a text from Xander popped up: [I’ll be outside in five. Come out.]

Yvonne practically exploded. Who did he think he was, giving her orders like that?

Stella had spotted the message too. “You two were fighting just now, how’d that end?”

Yvonne rolled her eyes. “With a fistfight.”

Stella stared at her, speechless. Her best friend’s love life sounded like an episode of a drama series.

She looked Yvonne up and down, a little worried. “So… who won?”

Honestly, as long as Yvonne wasn’t losing, Stella didn’t really care how crazy things got.

Yvonne grumbled, “It was a draw.”

She sounded like she was barely holding back her frustration.

Stella’s jaw dropped. “Seriously? Only a draw? Man, Xander’s a real piece of work.”

The phone rang againXander, of course.

Yvonne’s patience finally snapped. “You wait here. I’m going to go deal with him.”

All this drama, just because of a wedding? Wasn’t there supposed to be some limit? Before Stella could say another word, Yvonne stormed off toward the front door. Stella stood there, a little stunned.

Just then, her own phone rang. It was Susanna.

Stella answered, “Hey, Susie.”

“Star, I need your help,” Susanna said, sounding exhausted. “I want to see Mom.”

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“Listen, Stella,” Susanna said, her voice tinged with a frustration she could barely hide. “You sound way too chill about letting Hull handle this.” She let out a dramatic sigh and called out, “Star.”

Stella, already halfway out the door, was distracted-keeping one eye on Xander and Yvonne’s commotion outside, and the other ear on Susanna.

“What’s up?” Stella replied, trying to multitask.

Susanna’s pouty, put-upon tone snapped Stella’s attention right back.

“Why the long face? You know Hull’s solid-reliable as they come. I mean, yeah, you’ve had some close calls with him, but you’re still in one piece. If you ask me, that proves he knows what he’s doing.”

“So relax. If he’s handling this, you’ll see your mom sooner rather than later.”

Susanna huffed. “He wants payment.”

Stella froze. “Wait-what?”

“Yeah, payment,” Susanna repeated, clearly annoyed. “It was Ronald who asked him to help me, but somehow I’m the one who has to pay up.” The word “payment” did a number on Stella’s train of thought, her mind snapped away from Yvonne and straight back to Susanna.

“He wants money?” she asked, genuinely puzzled.

“I told him I’m broke. He said I could pay in other ways. And he was very clear-no IOUS.”

“Other ways?” Stella echoed, her voice rising. “What ‘other ways’? If you’re out of cash, what else could you possibly have?”

Back when Susanna’s mom, Lacey, was doing well, money wasn’t a problem. But with everything that’d happened… well, Stella knew things were tight now. If Hull really was asking for money, she was already thinking about stepping in to cover for Susanna.

But Susanna shook her head. “He said he doesn’t want cash.”

Stella blinked. “Then what does he want?”

Susanna groaned. “He said he wants something else. And that he has enough money already.”

That was just so Hull, honestly.

Stella frowned, trying to piece it together. “Your mom’s company, maybe?”

“He called it a ‘rinky-dink outfit.’ He doesn’t care about that.”

Stella’s eyes widened. “Then what the heck does he want?”

Susanna threw up her hands. “I have no idea!”

Stella stared at her. “Wait, you don’t know either?”

“He told me to guess. Says when I figure it out, that’s when I get to see my mom.”

Stella groaned. “Seriously? He’s making you play twenty questions?”

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Seriously, what is it with Hull these days?

Does he not listen to me anymore? Now he’s even asking Susie for some kind of “payment.”

If he wants something, why not just say it straight out?

He knows Susanna’s been losing her mind ever since she got to Ferrowland, worrying about her mom.

But instead of helping, Hull keeps stringing her along. What’s wrong with this guy?

I never realized Hull was such a piece of work before.

The bottom line is that whatever happens between Susanna and Hull right now is a total mess, and Stella’s brain feels like it’s turning to mush.

They exchanged a few more words on the phone before hanging up, and just then, Ronald came out from the back room.

He spotted Stella leaning against the door and ruffled the back of her neck. “What’re you looking at?”

“Huh? Oh, I was watching my sister… Wait, where’d she go?”

She was right there a second ago!

She just took a call from Susie and poof-gone.

Ronald glanced at the now-empty doorway. “She went out.”

“Yeah, Xander came to see her. She was saying something about ‘kicking Xander out.””

Wasn’t she going to kick him out? Why’d she disappear too?

Honestly, with her, who knows—maybe she just needed to go blow off some steam.

Wouldn’t be the first time.

“Oh, right, Susie called me just now,” Stella said.

Yvonne could handle herself just fine around Xander, but Susanna’s situation was actually serious this time.

Ronald frowned when he heard Susanna had called again. “She called you again?”

“Yeah, she’s freaking out.”

“Hull’s handling her stuff. What’s she so worried about?”

Ronald sounded a little annoyed. He didn’t like how Susanna always ran to Stella for everything.

Back before she’d gone to Portis City, she used to hang on his every word…

But Stella didn’t pick up on Ronald’s mood. “Didn’t you say you’d have Hull take care of it?”

“Did you know Hull actually asked Susie for payment?”

Ugh, unbelievable.

Susanna’s got nothing right now, and if Hull really insists, I guess I’ll just have to pay up for her.

But to shake her down now, of all times? That’s just low.

And the worst part? The guy doing it is one of Ronald’s people. That’s even harder to swallow.

Ronald raised an eyebrow. “He asked for money?”

Stella’s news that Hull wanted something from Susanna took Ronald by surprise, too.

After all, men know men.

He knew exactly what Hull thought of Susanna.

In this situation, money shouldn’t even be in the picture.

Stella shook her head. “It’s not money. It’s something else.”

If it were just cash, it’d be simple.

No matter how much, I’d just pay it and be done.

Ronald asked, “What else?”

Not money? What the hell is Hull playing at?

Stella groaned. “We have no clue. Hull told Susie to guess, but she hasn’t got a clue.”

It’s enough to drive anyone crazy.

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“So, what exactly does Hull want?”

Stella mumbled, her tone making it clear she was less than thrilled about Hull demanding some sort of payment.

It wasn’t just that he wanted something in return; what really bugged her was that he wanted something she couldn’t even give.

Well, Stella was dying to see what that could possibly be.

Ronald let out a sigh. “To be precise, he only wants something Susanna can give him.”

“Huh?” Stella blinked.

“Anyway, from now on, just leave it alone. Given how things are for Susanna right now, sticking with Hull is probably the safest option.”

“Are you kidding me?!” Stella nearly shrieked.

Seriously, what the hell kind of payment was Hull after?

Now that Ronald had said it like that, she was even more confused.

It wasn’t money.

And it was something only Susanna could give, not just anyone? What on earth was that?

Maybe it was the pregnancy brain, but Stella just couldn’t figure it out. She used to be so sharp, but with Ronald talking in circles, she wasn’t getting any closer to an answer.

“I get that Susie needs to be with Hull for now, but this whole ‘payment’ thing… what is it?” she pressed.

Especially with all the drama between Lacey and Black Gate still unresolved. Susanna’s situation was precarious; no matter where she went, it wasn’t exactly safe.

Even if things did get sorted out, a peaceful life seemed like a pipe dream. Lacey had been away from Black Gate for years, and now she was dragged back in. It was obvious something huge was going down.

Ronald was starting to look exasperated with Stella’s fixation on Hull’s so-called payment. He reached over and pinched her nose, grinning. “Let Susanna figure it out for herself.”

Stella gaped. “…Again with the ‘let her figure it out’ thing!”

That was exactly why she was asking Ronald—because Susanna couldn’t figure it out! And now he was just repeating himself.

Stella shot Ronald a look full of resentment, sulking like a kid denied dessert.

He just shrugged. “It’s something only Susanna can give. It’s not money. So what do you think Hull wants?”

“Susie herself?” Stella’s voice was barely above a whisper.

Ronald made a noncommittal sound.

Stella’s jaw dropped. “Wait, wait-are you saying that’s what he’s after?!”

No way. Hull wanted Susie, just like that?

“That’s not gonna work,” Stella said flatly.

“Hull lives on the edge, always one step from disaster. If Susie got mixed up in his world… well, she’d lose it.”

Ronald just shrugged again.

“Susanna’s future isn’t going to be much different from his anyway. They’re two peas in a pod at this point.”

Stella’s heart skipped a beat. “You can’t mean that.”

Making Susanna live like Hull? That was insane.

“And besides, didn’t Susie already propose to him? He didn’t even say yes-so there has to be something else.”

Ronald glanced at her, amused. “Susanna proposed to Hull?”

“Yup,” Stella nodded, looking exhausted. “Susie’s always trailing after him, and everything that happens is just a mess.”

Chapter 640

Ronald chuckled.

While he was distracted, Stella sneakily shot a text to Susanna: [Hull wants you as payment.]

Whether Susanna would buy it or not, Stella herself wasn’t convinced.

Meanwhile, Susanna stared at Stella’s message, completely dumbfounded. Wait, what? That can’t be right…

Wasn’t this supposed to be about compensation?

What the heck did Star mean by that text?

She immediately called Stella, ready to get to the bottom of this, but Stella was already on her way to a gala, with Ronald right there. She didn’t answer, just hung up.

Listening to the dial tone, Susanna squinted at the message again, then fired back: [What’s that supposed to mean?]

It was just supposed to be compensation. How did she suddenly get dragged into it?

Stella replied: [My brother said Hull wants you. You’re what he wants as payment.]

Susanna just…froze.

He wants her? If that was true, then-oh my god.

[I don’t buy it.]

She shot back without even thinking.

Stella was honest: [I don’t either, but that’s what he said.]

Who knew if it was true, but Ronald had said it, so…who could really say?

Susanna: …

She didn’t buy it either.

[Why not?]

She typed, and immediately regretted it. Why did that sound like she was offended he *didn’t* want her?

Stella: [!!!]

Right now, she was sitting next to Ronald, who was busy reviewing something on his tablet. Seeing Susanna’s reply, Stella zoned out for a second.

Why didn’t she believe it? Should she be brutally honest? Nah, that would sting too much.

So she just replied: [I just don’t.]

No way she could tell Susanna about those women who used to hang around Hull, each one looked like they belonged on the cover of Vogue. Meanwhile, Susanna had caused a ton of drama around Hull lately, and it was always at the worst possible moments.

Yet, nothing had ever happened between them…

Even though Yvonne had said Hull wasn’t interested, Susanna had checked, and wasn’t it supposed to be fine? And if it was, why had nothing happened?

Only one explanation: Hull probably didn’t have those kinds of feelings for Susanna.

When Susanna didn’t reply, Stella sent another careful suggestion: [Maybe just ask Hull what he wants?]

All this guessing was exhausting, and Susanna didn’t have time for mind games right now. If Ronald was right, Susanna could just ask Hull to get it straight from the source.

Susanna read Stella’s text, feeling her nerves flare up again. [How am I supposed to ask?] she replied.

Seriously, Star…how was she supposed to bring that up? Subtlety clearly wasn’t working, but being direct sounded terrifying.

And besides, hadn’t she already said she’d marry him if it came to that? She’d already lost her so-called ‘innocence’ – she could marry him, but Hull never agreed to it at the time.

And now, if she was the ‘payment’… what did that even mean?

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Chapter 621

Every word that came out of Yvonne’s mouth was like a slap in Dan’s face, sharp, unfiltered, and definitely not friendly.

It was hard to believe that this man, who once seemed to mean the world to her, was now getting verbally torched like this. Was it all just an illusion before? Because honestly, who talks to someone they love like that?

But Yvonne did.

Sitting on the couch, Stella started to wonder if Dan had ever really meant anything to Yvonne at all. Maybe he’d never even made it into her heart. Stella recognized the feeling she’d been able to dismiss Yorick so easily herself, simply because there was no love there. No love, no chains.

But Yvonne? When Dan “died,” she’d nearly lost her mind with grief. Stella remembered her screams and tears.

Dan stammered, “You…-You’re unbelievable, woman-“

Yvonne shot back, “Oh, am I? Well, whether I’m a saint or a witch, it’s got nothing to do with you anymore, you jerk.”

Dan: “…”

Stella: “…”

Stella raised her eyebrows as Yvonne kept spitting out “jerk” after “jerk” over the speakerphone. The argument was heating up fast, spiraling from simple name-calling to Dan demanding Yvonne divorce Xander.

Even just listening from the sidelines, Stella could hear Dan’s bossy, almost parental tone through the line.

That only made Yvonne angrier. “Whether I divorce Xander or not is none of your damn business. Maybe worry about your own mess for once. “Oh, so he’s not a good guy? But you, you little fake saint, you’re the hero here? Please. You and your convenient amnesia.” Stella nearly choked. “Fake saint”? That was a new one. Yvonne was really going through the Greatest Hits of Insults she’d already called Dan a jerk, and now this. Wasn’t “amnesia” just a pathetic excuse guys used to cover up cheating? Stella had never bought it.

Yvonne’s yelling grew louder and more dramatic until she finally noticed Stella staring at her in shock. Yvonne’s gaze dropped to Stella’s still-flat belly, and she suddenly stood up, storming toward the stairs while unleashing another insult over her shoulder.

“You absolute drama queen!”

Stella: “…”

Well, that was a new one.

A few minutes later, Ronald came home to find Stella sitting dazed on the couch, her eyes wide with disbelief.

He walked over and ruffled her hair, his tone gentle and teasing. “Hey, what’s got you so lost in thought?”

She hadn’t even noticed him come in.

Only when Ronald spoke did Stella snap out of her daze, finally shaking off the echo of Yvonne’s string of insults. She’d even heard Yvonne call Dan a “drama queen” right before stomping upstairs. Honestly, it was like she’d used every insult in the book-most of them traditionally reserved for women-and thrown them at Dan.

Turning to Ronald, Stella grabbed his wrist, nuzzling her chin into his palm. “You’re back?”

Given the way he’d left earlier, she’d half-expected him to be out all night.

He hummed an answer, but before he could say more, Stella hugged his arm and whispered in his ear, “Hey, guess what? My sister and Dan just had a huge fight.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Sounds like she actually went through with marrying Xander, and now Dan’s freaking out, demanding she get divorced.”

She hit the nail on the head. Stella honestly hadn’t thought Yvonne would actually tie the knot with Xander when he picked her up earlier. Everyone knew what a handful Yvonne could be.

But apparently, it had happened. And Dan? If he really had amnesia, would he be this worked up over it? Stella doubted it.

Ronald turned, pulling Stella closer by her still-slender waist. “So? Did she win?”

Chapter 622

Did she win the argument?

Well, judging by Yvonne’s flushed face just now, it’s hard to say who came out on top-especially since she’s already stormed back upstairs to keep arguing.

“She called Dan a jerk, a snake, and get this—a total drama queen.”

Ronald just stared for a moment, then snorted. “That’s… creative.”

Stella grinned. “You should’ve heard Dan on the phone. He was so mad he could barely get his words out.”

“You saw all this?”

“I heard it! He was so flustered, he couldn’t even talk straight.”

That’s my sis for you, Stella thought, eyes practically glittering with pride. When it comes to a war of words, nobody can take her down.

Ronald smirked. “Not many people can mess with her.”

“Oh, so you’re saying you weren’t worried before?”

Why else would he have rushed to the hospital?

He sighed, a little sheepish. “Okay, I was worried. But not anymore.”

The way Stella told it, Yvonne had Dan absolutely demolished over the phone. Ronald figured she’d be just fine.

Just then, Idris walked in, two women in business suits trailing behind him, their arms loaded with elegant evening dresses.

Catching sight of Stella practically draped over Ronald, Idris instinctively turned away. “Sir.”

Stella perked up, peeking over Ronald’s shoulder to see Idris and his entourage.

Ronald glanced back, then told Stella, “Go call your sister down. Time to try on some dresses.”

“Huh? Is there a party or something?”

He nodded. “Yeah, an important birthday bash. You and Yvonne both need to be there.”

Stella groaned. “Ugh, do I have to?”

She’d never been much for parties-especially the kind where everyone’s comparing notes, sucking up, or just being generally fake. She’d rather eat cold pizza in her pajamas.

Ronald pinched her cheek affectionately. “This one’s special. After this, you can skip all the others, okay?”

She rolled her eyes. “Fine.”

With a dramatic sigh, she slid off Ronald’s lap and trudged upstairs to fetch Yvonne.

Idris approached Ronald respectfully. “Sir.”

“Keep an eye on Dan. And Landseer, too.”

“Mrs. Quinn already met Landseer today. I doubt he’ll try anything again.”

Landseer had always been greedy about resources, but he didn’t have the nerve to go too far. Getting caught sneaking around with Dan today was bad luck for him.

Honestly, even if Mrs. Quinn hadn’t seen him, he probably wouldn’t have dared cross them. Still, a warning never hurt anyone, and it cut off Dan’s connections in this part of town.

Ronald nodded, a knowing glint in his eyes. “Keep the pressure on, Dan.”

Idris gave a crisp nod. “Understood.”

After a pause, Idris added quietly, “About Mr. Schultz, I think he plans to use Miss Quinn to shake up the Schultz family.”

He hesitated, then said, “You know how she is. Once she gets fired up, there’s no stopping her. No filter at all.”

If Xander wanted to go up against his own family, there was no doubt they’d end up tangling with Yvonne too. The Schultzes and the Quinns had been drifting apart for years. If Yvonne started stirring the pot…

Ronald caught Idris’s drift and chuckled. “No filter, no problem. That’s exactly what Xander wants.”

Idris blinked. “Well… I guess you’re right.”

Ronald gave a cold little laugh. “If she actually knew how to hold back, Xander wouldn’t be so desperate to team up with her.”

Chapter 623

To put it bluntly, Xander and Yvonne’s marriage was nothing but a business arrangement.

Just as Xander walked in, he caught Ronald saying, “Clingy and desperate,” and those words made Xander’s jaw clench.

Clingy and desperate? Really?

People get desperate when they’re head-over-heels in love. That wasn’t the case here. He and Yvonne were simply…partners in a deal.

How did it turn into being “desperate” in Ronald’s mouth?

Catching Xander’s glare from the corner of his eye, Ronald just smirked. “Tell Yvonne to keep her temper in check, will you?”

Idris looked confused. “Keep it in check? Why?”

But before he could finish, he saw Xander standing at the doorway, arms crossed, face like thunderclouds.

Ronald shrugged, “Can’t help someone too much, you know.”

Idris choked on his coffee. “Uh…right…”

If possible, Xander’s scowl got even darker.

Ronald picked up on Idris’s awkward cough, turned, and met Xander’s icy stare head-on.

The look on Xander’s face said he was ready to bite someone’s head off.

Ronald’s grin grew wider. “Mr. Schultz, wouldn’t you agree?”

That was it. Xander practically fumed.

He let out a cold laugh, stalking over on his long legs to drop into the seat right across from Ronald.

“Real classy, Ronald. Stabbing me in the back on purpose?”

“Just making sure you don’t get too comfortable, buddy.”

The Schultz family, everyone in the room knew the score. Xander’s dad wasn’t keeping ties with the Quinns out of some warm, fuzzy feeling. No, he was wary-scared even.

If Yvonne got herself tangled up in the Schultz family’s mess, it’d be a hell of a lot easier for Xander to take back what belonged to his mom. He might be a Schultz by name, but he’d been at war with that family for years.

Even though he’d walked away from them three years ago, clawed back nearly everything that was his Mom’s he wanted more. Because the Schultz family had built their early fortune on his mother’s dowry. And his father? Paid her back by betraying her.

Xander was only fourteen when his father’s “true love”-the woman he’d never let go of showed up while Xander’s mom was dying in childbirth. The shock killed both his mother and his baby sister.

And yet, his father brought that woman and her child straight into the Schultz mansion, letting them live off everything that should’ve been his mom’s.

That wound had never healed for Xander. He didn’t just want what belonged to his mother.

If he couldn’t have the whole Schultz legacy, he’d see it burn.

“Ronald, you can stab me in the back on a lot of things,” Xander said, his voice ice-cold, “but not this.”

Before Ronald could retort, Xander pressed on, “I know you blame me for you and Stella losing those three years.”

“But don’t forget she’s my fiancée. I never meant to hurt her.”

His voice was getting louder, rougher. If there was one thing the old man did right, it was arranging things with Stella. Nobody knew, but when Xander found out Stella was going to be his wife, he had been up all night, unable to sleep.

And yet…

How the hell did Stella end up falling for some guy she grew up with? Just thinking about it made Xander want to punch something.

Ronald narrowed his eyes, cold as ice, “You really think Yvonne can help you take everything back?”

“At least I don’t have to rein her in,” Xander shot back through gritted teeth. “Let her loose in the Schultz family, make a mess of everything.” He wasn’t just looking for chaos.

Those murderers had lived the good life for way too long. Their time was up.

Ronald took a sip from the mug in front of him, a pretty pink one, obviously Stella’s.

Chapter 624

Xander turned his face away, huffing. “I’m not even gonna fight with you about Stella anymore.”

Ronald’s voice dropped, taking on a weight that made Xander pause. “Did you ever wonder why your father let that woman into the Schultz family in the first place?”

Xander frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Ronald leaned in, his gaze sharp. “From what I know, your father wasn’t head-over-heels for her. Yet he still brought her into the family. Why do you think that is?”

Xander bristled. “Because that woman knew how to play her cards. She had him wrapped around her little finger.”

“Is that what you really think of your father?”

Xander’s temper flared. “If you’re trying to say something, just spit it out!”

This was Xander’s breaking point. Anything to do with his mother was a no-go zone-anyone who brought it up got the full force of his anger. But Ronald just stared at him, silent.

Xander gritted his teeth. “Just drop it, okay? I don’t want to hear any more.”

Ronald set his mug down, voice cool. “Then why is Regina Schultz still locked away in there?”

Regina. The daughter of that woman. And when everything fell apart over the years, had Tristan Schultz ever truly tried to protect her?

The truth was, Xander had been a master at playing it cool. Even after what that woman did to his mother, he managed to act like nothing happened -hell, he even treated Regina, his so-called sister, decently.

He kept his head down, bided his time, waited for his moment.

No one really knew what went down in the Schultz family three years ago, but whatever it was, it pushed Xander over the edge.

Xander’s eyes narrowed. There were some things about his family he’d never discuss.

“All I need from you is to leave Yvonne to me. Stay out of it, Ronald.”

Ronald straightened his rumpled cuff and looked away, noncommittal.

Was he really going to stay out of it? Truthfully, even Ronald wasn’t sure.

After all, Xander had finally explained what happened three years ago. He wasn’t out to hurt Stella.

But as for what the Schultz family had done… Ronald’s mind flashed to Tristan, and a dangerous glint flickered in his eyes. He shot Xander a cold look. “I want the deed to Kernar’s mines.”

Xander’s jaw dropped. “You want what?”

The Kernar mines? That was Tristan’s pride and joy, his golden goose. Ronald was basically asking for Tristan’s lifeblood. Xander’s gaze hardened. “You’re serious?”

Ronald shrugged. “Just that one. The rest is yours to do with as you please. Deal?”

The Schultzes had more assets than they knew what to do with anyway.

Before Xander could answer, Ronald added, “Besides, you’re not exactly one of the Schultzes anymore, are you?”

That hit home. Xander’s face went even colder.

The two men locked eyes, tension thick in the air. Finally, Xander nodded. “Fine. Tell Yvonne to go all in.”

Just then, Yvonne was coming downstairs and caught the last bit of their conversation. She was so startled, she nearly slipped-but grabbed the banister just in time.

Trust Xander to set her up like this. “Go all in?” she thought. Wasn’t that basically throwing her to the wolves, telling her to go toe-to-toe with the Schultz family?

Chapter 625

Stella had planned to head downstairs with Yvonne.

She’d just called out for her when her phone rang a number she didn’t recognize.

But since it was from the Ferrowland area, Stella picked up. “Hello?”

The moment she answered, Jaxon’s anxious, guilt-ridden voice came through.

“Star, it’s me.”

Stella’s face immediately darkened.

She was about to hang up.

Jaxon must’ve sensed it, because he rushed out, “Don’t hang up, Star, please. I’m begging you.”

Stella could practically feel his spine melting away, even through the phone. The Jaxon she remembered always looked down his nose at people, especially her. Now, hearing him say “please,” she realized even the proudest men could crumble when cornered.

Of course, she knew this was just an act. If he didn’t get what he wanted, he’d go right back to being his old self.

She narrowed her eyes, a cold laugh slipping out. “Begging me? Well, isn’t that something? Never thought I’d see someone from the Larkin family stoop so low.”

During her two years in Portis City, she’d seen firsthand how the Larkins acted-always looking down on everyone else, like they owned the place.

But now, here was Jaxon, so humble it was almost pitiful.

Stella made sure to let her sarcasm shine through. After all the ways they’d trampled her before, she figured it was only fair to give them a taste of their own medicine.

Jaxon took a shaky breath. “We know the truth now. I’ve kicked Ursula out of the family for what she did to you.”

Stella almost snorted. “Oh, really? You did it for me, huh?” She couldn’t help but laugh. “Funny, coming from you. Isn’t it more like you’re just trying to save your own skin?”

She knew exactly what games the Larkins played. “You always knew the truth, didn’t you?”

She cut him off before he could answer, letting the accusation hang. The silence on his end was thick, broken only by his heavy breathing.

She continued, her tone icy. “Don’t pretend you’re doing this for me. You’re just trying to clean up your own mess.”

Like she’d ever be touched by their sudden change of heart. She never had been, especially not by people who meant nothing to her. Jaxon’s voice was shaky. “Star, I—”

She cut him off again. “After all, your dad’s little fling with her aunt gave you a set of twins, didn’t it?”

The line went dead quiet.

“Scandalous, isn’t it?” Stella couldn’t help but laugh, the sound sharp and unsympathetic.

Jaxon was standing outside the county jail, looking completely defeated. He’d just seen Cloudia. The trial was a quick attempted murder, a long sentence. No matter what strings Jaxon tried to pull, he couldn’t get her out.

Hearing Stella’s mocking laughter on the line, Jaxon clenched his fists. “That woman tore your family apart, too, you know.”

“Oh, my family?” Stella’s voice dripped with irony. “Mr. Larkin, have you forgotten what you said to me the first time we met?”

Jaxon went silent.

He remembered. That day, Ursula was in tears, afraid Stella would resent her for “taking her place.” Jaxon, ever the knight in shining armor, had told Stella, “Maybe you’re Larkin’s real daughter, but Ursula grew up here. She’ll always be family. If you just mind your own business, you’ll get what you deserve. But if you insist on fighting with Ursula, just know she’ll always be closer to us.”

He hadn’t said it outright, but the message was clear: when it came down to it, Stella would always be the outsider.

“Remember now?” Stella asked, her voice cool and measured.

Jaxon felt a mix of guilt and anger at her attitude. He clenched his jaw, then, voice cracking, said, “I’m sorry. I really am. I’m the one who owes you an apology. But please, don’t make things harder on Mom.”

Sorry after sorry rolled down the line, but Stella just laughed colder. “Too bad, Jaxon. Your apologies mean nothing to me.”

“And by the way, I’m not the one refusing to let her go. That’s the law now, not me.”

Jaxon fell silent.

“I can’t help you,” Stella said and hung up.

Chapter 626

“Stella.”

The single word made Jaxon’s breath catch in his throat.

He knew why she was calling. It wasn’t just about an apology; there was more to it.

He wanted her to get his Mom out. He’d even confronted Blaise Larkin about it.

Who would’ve thought that a father, his own flesh and blood, could be so cold, so heartless? Now, Blaise spends all his time and energy on his new family.

And Stella’s indifference right now was the last straw. All the self-control Jaxon had left snapped. “Stella, she’s your Mom. That woman from outside has taken her place. You’re really okay just watching this happen.”

“The one who let that woman take her place was Ursula,” Stella replied, her voice light, almost bored.

Jaxon clenched his jaw. “I know it was Ursula. That’s why I kicked her out of the Larkin house.”

“With her health, you know she won’t last long out there. She’s paid more than enough for what she did, don’t you think?”

“Isn’t that enough to make things right for you?”

He sounded desperate, as if kicking Ursula out was some grand gesture he’d done for Stella’s sake.

Stella just snorted. “Whether I’m satisfied or not isn’t your concern, is it?”

“You-“

“Enjoy your upcoming circus of a life, Jaxon. Oh, and by the way? I heard Lola Zeller took your son and skipped off to Ferrowland. Apparently, she’s shacked up with some guy named Dandy.”

She let that hang in the air.

“Your son, your money. Have fun.”

Jaxon was speechless.

If there was ever a phrase that could cut deeper than a knife, that was it. And before he could even catch his breath, Stella hung up on him.

Ronald came in just as she was finishing her call. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, his voice low and warm. “Larkin family again?” Stella nodded. “Yeah. Jaxon says Ursula’s out, and I guess Mrs. Lawson’s probably been sentenced, too.”

Judging from how panicked Jaxon sounded, it must’ve been serious.

Ronald raised an eyebrow, giving a crooked smile. “You know, your words are sharper than a chef’s knife.”

Stella shrugged. “Not sharp enough, if you ask me.”

Those people loved to toy with others, to poke at their weakest spots. She was just giving them a taste of their own medicine. And honestly? This was nothing compared to what they’d done before.

“So, why’d you come up here?” she asked, changing the subject.

“I want you to try on your dress. Come on.” Ronald pulled her close as they headed out the door.

“Wait, whose birthday party is it again?” Stella asked. Ronald never personally picked out her outfits unless it was a really big deal.

“Old Mr. Norton’s,” he replied.

She blinked. “I thought we didn’t even talk to the Nortons anymore?”

The Norton family always kept to themselves, so they’d barely interacted with the Quinns for years.

Ronald paused on the stairs, pinched her nose playfully, and grinned. “That was before.”

Stella shook her head, still confused by how much things seemed to have changed since she’d been away from home.

As they reached the bottom of the stairs, raised voices drifted from the living room.

Xander and Yvonne were at it again. As they usually were.

“I’ll go to the Schultz’s, but only if you pay me,” Yvonne demanded.

Ronald sighed. Stella just rolled her eyes. These two could argue about anything.

Before they got their marriage certificate, they’d fight about that. Now they were married, and already fighting about money. The speed of their arguments was impressive.

Xander’s face twisted. “Pay you? What, you need money now?”

Yvonne scowled. “That’s not the point. I just want to be paid. It’s only fair.”

Xander threw up his hands. “No money! I’m broke.”

Yvonne folded her arms. “Then I’m not setting foot in the Schultz house. Forget it.”

The Schultz family was a nest of vipers, and Yvonne wasn’t about to walk in there and come back with her blood pressure through the roof. Bad for her health.

Xander, realizing she wasn’t budging, turned a little green. “Fine. Go ask Tristan for money, then. Anything you get from the Schultzes, I don’t want a cent.”

Yvonne’s eyes flashed. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.”

“Fine. I’m going.”

Stella just stared. That was all it took?

Schultz family, good luck, you’re gonna need it.

Xander looked at Yvonne, then at Stella, and snorted. “You’re from two of the richest families in town, and you’re still this obsessed with money?” Yvonne rolled her eyes. “You don’t get it. Up north, they’ve been fighting for years. The orphanages and shelters need tons of donations. I’ve spent a fortune helping out.”

Xander paused, a strange look crossing his face. “Huh. Didn’t think you had it in you.”

Yvonne bristled. “What’s that supposed to mean? You think I’m heartless?”

And just like that, the two of them were bickering again, voices rising.

Ronald pressed a hand to his forehead and gently tugged Stella away toward the sitting room. Idris, seeing this, quickly sent someone to bring the dresses over so Stella could try them on in peace.

Chapter 627

Ronald picked out a pale blue dress for Stella that evening, the same shade as his own tie. He liked the idea of them matching, subtle but sweet. As they stepped out of the lounge, they heard raised voices down the hall.

Xander and Yvonne, arguing. Again.

Just a moment ago, it seemed like they’d finally settled their squabble about money. But here they were, at it again.

Ronald and Stella paused to listen. It sounded like Xander had accused Yvonne of being fake. Which was ridiculous. Yvonne had been quietly volunteering and giving to charity for years.

But now, with Xander’s words out in the open, things escalated fast. Not just yelling, Yvonne actually lunged at him. “You’re such an ass, Xander! Can’t you use your brain before you speak? I ought to just knock some sense into you.” She made a grab for him, but Xander was quick. He grabbed her by the waist, which clearly crossed a line. “Hey! Hands off, you jerk!” Yvonne spat, twisting out of his grip and swinging at him.

Most women, Xander thought darkly, would melt if he touched them like that. But Yvonne? She turned into a tornado. He caught her wrist mid-slap. “Relax. Like, I even want to touch you. You couldn’t pay me.”

“Oh, really? Then don’t touch me! You absolute pig-“

She raised her free hand to smack him again. Xander felt a headache coming on.

“I wouldn’t want you if you were the last woman on earth. Good luck finding anyone who does-you’ll die alone at this rate.” Harsh. Maybe too harsh.

For a woman, being told she’d end up alone for life? That stung. And Yvonne? No way was she letting that slide.

“You son of a “

He sneered, “You’re loud, angry, and you’ve got the charm of a wet cardboard box. Go ask around, see who likes your type.”

Yvonne was so mad she could barely speak. If she didn’t claw his eyes out tonight, she’d never forgive herself.

Stella and Ronald exchanged a look. Stella was itching to intervene, but Ronald gently steered her away.

Upstairs, Stella finally pulled away from his grasp. “Why’d you drag me off? I could’ve helped—”

“She doesn’t need help,” Ronald said matter-of-factly.

He was right. Yvonne could handle herself with Xander; she was a force of nature.

But Stella was frustrated. She still held a grudge against Xander for keeping her and Ronald apart all those years. So, to her, anything Xander did was automatically wrong.

“You’re really just going to leave my sister down there with the Schultzes?” she grumbled. “That family is a handful, especially Xander’s stepmom. She played nice at first, but she’s been scheming ever since she moved in. All for her own kids, of course.”

Ronald smirked. “No matter what the Schultzes try, your sister’s not falling for it.”

Stella thought about it. Yeah, Yvonne wouldn’t let anyone walk all over her.

No matter what plots the Schultzes had for Xander and Yvonne, Yvonne wouldn’t be easy prey. Whatever tricks they had up their sleeve, she’d see right through them.

Later, at the party, Stella found herself bored and, more importantly, hungry. Pregnant or not, she was never a fan of tiny hors d’oeuvres and dry canapés.

Her mom, Lottie, had been outside but called in: “Make sure the kitchen prepares something for Stella. She needs to eat.”

“Of course, ma’am,” answered the butler.

Not that she needed to worry, Ronald had already arranged everything.

But Stella was also sleepy. Ronald led her gently back to their room, planning for her to nap for an hour before coming back for food and festivities.

As soon as they got in, Ronald’s phone rang. Whatever the caller said made him frown. He covered the speaker and turned to Stella.

“Get some rest, okay? You and Yvonne can join the party in a bit. No rush, alright?”

Stella sighed. “Busy again?”

Since they’d returned to Ferrowland, Ronald always seemed to have a million things on his plate.

Chapter 628

Ronald nodded with a soft, “Yeah,” ruffled her silky hair, and turned to leave the room.

Stella really was starting to feel sleepy.

She turned, crawled into bed, and was just about to drift off when her phone buzzed. It was Susanna. “Did you just grill Hull about something again?”

Stella squinted. “Or did you maybe blurt out something like, ‘Let’s get married right now’?”

Susanna: “!!!”

Uhh…

So now, in Stella’s mind, these two things had become Susanna’s signature moves when it came to Hull, either stripping him down (figuratively or literally), or dropping some bombshell line.

Susanna groaned. “Remember earlier, when I told you I was scared to admit I liked him?”

Stella thought for a second. Yeah, that rang a bell.

Susanna always seemed to be poking or prodding Hull in some way, so it made sense Stella suspected there were feelings there.

“I remember. So what happened?”

Could it be something to do with that? Maybe she’d accidentally upset Hull again? Stella wouldn’t be surprised. Whenever Susanna got into trouble with Hull, it was always in this exact way.

Susanna sighed. “He asked me why I’m scared to like him.”

Stella: “!!!”

Well, that was unexpected.

From what she knew of Hull, that didn’t seem like his style at all.

“And… what did you say?”

There was a lot to unpack here, and Stella couldn’t quite process it all at once.

Susanna: “I didn’t dare answer! Anyway, forget about me screwing up for a second.”

“So what’s up?”

“My Mom. Turns out, she really was the boss of Black Gate. Isn’t that super dangerous?”

Susanna was clearly fishing for info, but apart from a few things she’d overheard from Hull, she was totally in the dark.

Stella replied, “I don’t know about dangerous, but honestly, there’s nothing you can do right now.”

Ronald had told her the same thing; he couldn’t help, either.

If Ronald couldn’t do anything, Susanna definitely couldn’t.

Susanna: “I just want to see her. Just once.”

Stella: “…”

See her Mom?

Susanna: “Do you think Mr. Quinn could help? Star, you’re my only hope here.”

Stella sighed. “I’ll ask him.”

This was Black Gate business, after all. Even though Ronald had his own connections in Ferrowland’s underworld, he and Black Gate had always kept out of each other’s way.

He always said Black Gate was a tangled mess, and he had no interest in getting caught up in their drama. His own network was more than enough.

After a little more back-and-forth, Stella hung up and dialed Ronald.

Back when they were in Portis City, Susanna’s problems were always handled right away. Now, it was Stella’s turn to pull strings.

The call connected, and Ronald’s voice came through, warm and teasing: “Can’t sleep without me there?”

Stella’s cheeks flushed. “What? No! That’s not it at all.”

“Hmm?”

“It’s Susie. She wants to see Lacey. Any chance you can help?”

With Black Gate involved, Stella honestly didn’t know if Ronald could pull it off, but it couldn’t hurt to ask.

Sure enough, there was a pause on the other end.

Then Ronald said, “I’ll take care of it.”

“Seriously? Can you do that? Please, Susie’s been a wreck over her Mom; she’s barely eating or sleeping.” Ever since Lacey’s incident, every call from Susanna had been about her Mom.

Ronald’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Got it. Now get some sleep.”

He soothed her for a moment, then ended the call.

Turning to Idris, who was driving up front, Ronald said, “Call Hull. Tell him Susanna wants to see her mother.” Idris: “”

Uh… couldn’t Miss Susanna just ask Mr. Miguel herself?

Chapter 629

Susanna’s stomach growled so loudly she was sure the whole house could hear. Lately, she’d been doing everything she could to avoid running into Hull, especially around mealtimes.

She’d tell herself, “Just go downstairs and grab something to eat. You’re not even that hungry; you probably won’t eat much anyway.”

But then she’d wait a little longer, and bam! she was starving.

She tried to time her trips to the kitchen for when Hull was out running errands, but today, his car didn’t seem to be going anywhere. Didn’t he have work to do or something?

She thought about heading down anyway, but the idea of bumping into him made her hesitate.

As she stood there, caught between hunger and awkwardness, a knock rattled her door.

“Susie, Boss wants you in his office,” Barnaby’s booming voice called out from the hallway.

Susie? Since when did they call her that? Star was the only one who ever called her Susie, and that was their thing.

Now, everyone was just going for it?

She muttered under her breath, too annoyed to care.

Outside, Barnaby didn’t seem to notice how irritated he’d made her; he just kept calling out.

“Susie? Susie? Susanna?”

Oh, so now it was Susanna. That snapped her right out of her funk.

She yanked open the door and smacked Barnaby right on the side of his face.

He froze, wide-eyed.

Susanna glared at him, hand still pressed to his cheek. “What’s with your mouth? Don’t push me, or I’ll rip you a new one.”

Barnaby just stared at her, stunned. He’d seen Susanna act all soft and weepy around Hull, especially after messing something up. He didn’t expect her to have this kind of fire left in her. How badly had Hull been pushing her?

He cleared his throat, rubbing his cheek but not looking angry. If anything, he looked… a little sorry for her.

“Boss just wants to see you in his office.”

“What for?” Susanna snapped. She didn’t want to see Hull if she could help it. Star’s suspicions over the phone still rang in her ears, and now Hull’s crew was calling her pet names, probably thinking she’d tried to seduce him or something.

Worse, with everything that had happened, even if she tried to explain, she doubted anyone would believe her.

“For the record, I’m not any good at patching up wounds, and I’m not about to start serving coffee and biscuits either,” she grumbled.

Barnaby waved his hands. “No, no, you don’t need any of that. You just need to know how to… charm him.”

Susanna blinked. “Excuse me?”

Barnaby’s face went red. “Wait, that’s not what I meant, forget I said that.”

Susanna just stared, speechless. Charm him? Was she supposed to flutter her eyelashes at Hull now? Absolutely not.

She rolled her eyes and stalked past Barnaby, heading towards Hull’s office. If he called her, she couldn’t exactly refuse.

On the way, she glanced at Barnaby. “So who’s the one checking if I’m some kind of undercover cop or whatever?” Barnaby grinned sheepishly. “That’d be me.”

Susanna stopped short, giving him a look. Out of all Hull’s crew, Barnaby was easily the least reliable.

“You?” she said, disbelief all over her face.

He nodded. “Yep, just me.”

She groaned. Just her luck.

“So… how’s your little investigation going?” she asked, already dreading the answer.

Barnaby shrugged, looking almost apologetic.

Susanna sighed, realizing her chances of clearing her name were probably shot.

Chapter 630

Because this man, without a doubt, had the power to make her life a living hell.

Barnaby: “With all these suspicious things going on, you’re obviously the one I’m watching.”

Susanna: “…’

Damn it…

She was really starting to lose her patience.

But she had to hold it in. She’d seen Barnaby’s mean side before and knew better than to push him now. So all Susanna dared to do was shoot him a look.

Anything else? Out of the question.

They reached the study.

Susanna walked in, her cheeks still puffed with leftover anger.

Hull was lounging with a cigarette, and when he heard the door, he flicked his eyes up at her, cold and sharp. “Call Star yet?”

Listen to that classic Hull, the kind of guy who’s lived on the edge for years, calling Ronald’s right-hand woman just “Star.” Little things like that made it obvious: Stella had a serious standing in Ferrowland.

She nodded. “Yeah.”

Wait. “How’d you know I called Star?”

Really, calling Star was no big deal. She did it all the time, some days more than once.

But Hull had never asked about it before. And now, the first thing out of his mouth? What was that supposed to mean?

“You don’t think Star’s my inside source, do you?”

Susanna eyed him warily.

If Hull started suspecting even Star, then she was really in trouble.

If he didn’t trust Star, who in Ferrowland could she count on?

Hull snorted. “You? You think you could bring someone like her in?”

Susanna swallowed hard.

Okay, fine, maybe she really didn’t have what it takes. But still, the way he said it couldn’t he be a little nicer?

“As long as you’re not doubting Star, then whatever. What is it you want from me? I’m telling you now, I’m not doing anything.”

The whole “informant” accusation? Susanna was honestly over it.

Ever since she’d heard Barnaby was sniffing around, she’d stopped worrying about the outcome.

Because, well, what could she do?

Hull took another drag. “So, you’ve wrapped your head around your mom being the former boss of Black Gate?”

“What else am I supposed to do?”

Susanna’s fire fizzled out in an instant.

If Star said it was true, then it probably was.

But honestly, Susanna still couldn’t figure out how her Mom, who’d always been a straight-laced businesswoman, never even ran that big of a shop, always the model of honesty, could possibly be the infamous ex-head of Black Gate.

Hull flicked his cigarette ash. “Want to see her?”

“Huh? Yeah, I do.”

Wait a minute. She’d just said that to Star on the phone. How did Hull know?

Was Star running things by Hull before helping her?

So after all that, it all came back to the people right around her?

And especially Hull? That was…well…something.

Susanna was honestly at a loss for words.

Hull let out a quiet laugh. “People in Black Gate aren’t exactly easy to get a meeting with.”

“So… can I or can’t I?”

Susanna shot him a look, frustrated. Was he just messing with her?

Hull stubbed out his cigarette, laced his fingers together, and looked her in the eye. “You can.”

Susanna: “…”

Okay. And…?

“I’ll set it up for you.”

Wait, what?

So after all that, it turned out she needed Hull’s help anyway? Seriously?

She met his intense gaze and couldn’t help but sniffle. “You’ll really help me?”

Hull nodded. “Yeah. But my favors? They don’t come cheap.”

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Chapter 611

That scene, the one that left her feeling breathless, scared, and cornered-kept looping in Susanna’s mind.

Whether she liked it or not, whether she could accept it or not, Susanna knew it wasn’t going away anytime soon.

Because her mother… was involved too.

Hull, Barnaby, Silas, and Enzo made their way down the hall toward the study. As they passed by Susanna’s room, Hull paused, tilting his head ever so slightly. His presence was chilly, commanding so much so that Enzo was the first to break the tension.

“Let’s head to the study,” he said quickly, shooting a look at the other two. Then he set off, the others trailing after him.

Barnaby, bringing up the rear, smirked to himself. Men with women in their lives really were a different breed.

But then again, he thought, Hull hadn’t even bothered to tell Susanna where he was going earlier.

Once the others had gone, Hull turned back and gripped the doorknob to Susanna’s room. It didn’t budge. Locked clearly, Susanna had barricaded herself in again.

His stern features softened, and a hint of a mischievous, almost devilish smile crept onto his lips.

“Susie,” he called, his voice low and gentle, something rare for him.

Inside, Susanna sat on the edge of her bed. Maybe she was just too worried about her mother, but when she’d seen Hull and his guys return with blood on their clothes, she hadn’t felt the terror she expected. If anything, she was too caught up in her own head to even notice the odd warmth in Hull’s voice.

She replied, barely above a whisper, “What do you want?”

Despair had replaced fear, and it showed—even her words sounded flat and careless.

Hull, standing outside, was a little taken aback by her lack of fear. He grinned wider.

“Open up.”

“Nope,” Susanna shot back.

Hull’s eyebrows shot up. No trace of fear, and so quick to shut him down? Where was she getting this nerve from?

“You sure about that?” His tone dropped a little, just enough to make it clear he wasn’t asking.

Susanna went quiet. The edge in his voice snapped her out of her daze. Her thoughts, scattered just seconds ago, suddenly came crashing back.

“I…,” she started, and this time, her voice trembled.

Hull raised an eyebrow, picking up on her sudden shift. “Open the door, Susie. Let me see you.”

“I just… I just want to be alone for a bit,” she managed, voice small.

Oh God, she really just wanted a moment to herself.

But that only made Hull more suspicious. He could hear in her voice that something was off.

“Open. The. Door,” he said again, this time with an edge that brooked no argument.

Susanna nervously rubbed her hands together, remembering that time he’d climbed in through the balcony. There was no hiding from this guy, no matter how many locks she used.

With a sigh, she finally opened the door. The first thing she saw was his broad chest-streaked with blood.

Without thinking, her hand shot out. “You’re hurt again?”

She caught herself mid-reach, snatching her hand back. What was she doing? Star had told her not to get involved, not to fuss, not to get too close.

She wasn’t a nurse, after all. And as for taking care of people? Definitely not her specialty.

Hull caught every little movement, every flicker of emotion on her face, and a slow grin spread across his lips. “What’s this? Planning to strip me down again?”

Susanna’s jaw dropped.

“No, no, I swear, I wasn’t- … I didn’t mean honestly, last time was an accident!”

The more she tried to explain, the more flustered she got.

What the hell was he implying? Did he really think she’d done all that on purpose before?

“I didn’t mean to,” she mumbled, staring at the floor, cheeks burning. Hull’s teasing made it impossible to look him in the eye.

But even she had to admit, given how many times she’d accidentally undressed him while patching him up, it was a little hard to believe herself.

Chapter 612

From head to toe, there was no escape.

Right now, Susanna felt like she was sobbing rivers inside. How could she be so stupid?

Whenever she was near him, it was like her whole body was trapped under some kind of spell.

Hull watched her trembling shoulders, then reached out with his long fingers and gently lifted her chin.

Susanna instinctively tried to pull away, but there was no way she could outmatch his strength.

As he tilted her face up, Hull could see just how red her cheeks had gotten.

His lips curled into a smirk he couldn’t hide. “You ruined my good reputation, and yet you’re the one blushing?”

He put a little extra weight on the word “reputation.” Susanna couldn’t tell if he was doing it on purpose or not, but his tone was so intense it made her heart pound even harder.

Her face, already as red as a ripe tomato, somehow managed to get even hotter.

“I…-I…-I swear I didn’t mean to…” She stammered out the same excuse as before.

Normally, Susanna had a sharp tongue and a quick wit, but faced with Hull’s deep, intense gaze, she somehow turned into a jumbling mess.

Hull just smiled, saying nothing.

But that smile only made Susanna more nervous.

“So, um… how’s your investigation going?” she squeaked. God, when was this going to be over? She was desperate to talk to Star about all this. Hull still didn’t answer.

He just kept smiling, his eyes getting even deeper, as if he could see right through her.

What the hell did that mean? Was his reputation the only one that mattered? Did hers not count at all?

Sniffling, Susanna finally blurted out in a tiny voice, “So… are you saying I have to take responsibility for ruining your reputation?”

She’d heard the way he’d bit down on those words “reputation”-just moments ago. Was he really asking her to pay him back? And if so, what did that even mean?

Hull raised an eyebrow. “Well, don’t you think you should?”

Susanna: “…”

So she really did have to take responsibility…

But if he meant paying him off-well, she’d grown up with plenty of money, sure, never lacking for anything. But the numbers she’d overheard Hull tossing around on the phone with his business partners? That was a whole other universe.

“If it’s about money… I definitely can’t afford you,” she muttered under her breath.

Hull just stared at her in silence.

Susanna hated this kind of heavy, awkward silence. Especially with Hull-when he went quiet, she always panicked.

She tried her best to hold back, but finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. With a deep breath and a wild, reckless courage, she blurted out, “Fine! Then, what if I marry you instead?”

Meanwhile, Yvonne and Xander were on their way to the courthouse.

Yvonne really, really didn’t want to be there. The whole situation was a mess, even if her mom and brother had personally signed off on it. She still thought the whole thing was a terrible idea.

Especially since the whole “let’s get married” thing had been Xander’s idea. There had to be a catch-there always was with him.

Could you blame her for being suspicious? Even if he’d managed to explain away the stuff from three years ago, the scars from that whole disaster still ran deep.

The whole drive, Yvonne shot him dirty looks and practically burned holes in the dashboard with her glare.

“If it wasn’t for Star, I’d tell you right now-I wouldn’t lift a finger to help you,” she spat, practically growling out the words “Star” and “help you.” This jerk had actually threatened her, saying if she didn’t marry him, he’d fight for custody of Stella. The nerve! Did he have any shame at all? Kids. It always came down to the kids.

She made sure to emphasize the “help you” part, just so Xander would know exactly why they were doing this. As if she’d ever let him forget it. Xander just grinned, rubbing at the new scratch on his neck. With a huff, he shot back, “Relax. Once this whole mess is sorted, we’ll split up. Seriously-who in their right mind would want to marry you for life? Don’t flatter yourself.”

Yvonne: “…”

Damn it. She kind of wanted to punch him again.

Chapter 613

“That’s right.”

They’d just had another argument in the car-Yvonne was getting more and more annoyed the longer she thought about it. She kept pressing Xander for an explanation, but he absolutely refused to give her one.

All he would say was, “My mom’s on board. My brother’s on board.”

Excuse me, but wasn’t it *Yvonne* helping him out here?

So he gets his brother’s blessing, his mom’s approval, but if *she* says no, suddenly he’s threatening her? What kind of logic is that?

Yvonne was never one to just sit back and take it.

Naturally, it turned into a full-blown fight.

Now Xander had a few fresh scratches on his neck-and was that a bite mark? Yvonne rolled her eyes, not the least bit sorry. “So, if all you need is a quick fix, why not just, I don’t know, pay someone for a marriage contract?” Yvonne shot at him, arms folded.

He stared at her.

“I mean, seriously. Throw enough cash around, and there are plenty of women who’d marry you for a few months.”

She’d known a trust fund brat back in College, his family was breathing down his neck to settle down, but the woman he actually loved had been forced out of his life ages ago. He just tossed some cash at the problem and hired a stand-in bride to parade home for the holidays. Nothing real about it.

If Xander was in such a pinch, shouldn’t he be doing the same?

Xander snorted at her suggestion. “I’m broke.”

Yvonne blinked, incredulous. “Are you even listening to yourself right now?”

Before she could say more, Xander went on, “You really think women come cheap these days? You’d need at least a couple million just to get anyone halfway decent.”

Yvonne gaped. “Wait, what? Wasn’t it, like, half a million a few years ago?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You think it’s still 2017?”

She had to admit, he had a point.

And as she remembered, that trust fund guy had shelled out five hundred grand to buy himself three years of a sham marriage. Didn’t end well, either. The woman refused to divorce without a fight-turned out she was pregnant and ran off!

So much for ‘no strings attached.’ That one definitely got his money’s worth, but as for the love of his life, who knew what place she held in his heart after all that?

“But, come on, you’re the Schultz family’s golden boy. Even if you’re not in with them now, you didn’t exactly leave empty-handed.”

When he’d cut ties with the Schultzes, he’d taken plenty with him-his mom’s share, a chunk of the company, the works.

Xander shrugged. “Lost it all. Happy?”

Yvonne stared. “Uh-huh.”

She wasn’t buying it, not for a second. She knew exactly what Xander owned in New York. He might have a taste for the high life, but he was no fool when it came to making money.

Whatever. If he wanted to play the pauper, let him.

He smirked when she fell silent. “What’s the matter? Worried you’ll have to slum it with me? Well, newsflash: I might be broke, but Dan’s even worse off. He’s so desperate he’s marrying for resources.”

Yvonne nearly choked. Seriously? Dragging Dan into this?

His own financial mess was one thing no one was judging. But dragging someone else down with him? That was low.

“Whatever. Your wealth or lack thereof has nothing to do with me. We’re not tied together just because of some piece of paper. Dream on.” He gave her a wry look. “You sure know how to wash your hands of things.”

She shot back, “Don’t forget why we’re even doing this. I’m helping you get out of a jam, and, yeah, maybe it’ll get under Dan’s skin too. You’re really getting everything you want here, aren’t you?”

Xander couldn’t help but grin at the fire in her voice, especially when she spat out Dan’s name like a curse.

“Funny,” he drawled, “sounds like you’ve got your own reasons for wanting to annoy Dan.”

Yvonne glared. “And what if I do?”

God… Just thinking about it made her blood boil. She’d gone all the way to Chicago, only to catch Dan and Aira’s engagement party in full swing. To say it didn’t get under her skin would be a lie.

Someone she’d carried in her heart for years, a man she thought was gone for good, turned up alive and well, throwing himself a big engagement party with another woman. Talk about a punch in the gut.

Chapter 614

What kind of “good temper” was that? She’d practically gone nuclear.

Yeah, Yvonne had totally lost it back then…

Xander had definitely heard all about Yvonne’s legendary antics over in Vegas.

“You know, your little Vegas trip pissed off the entire Wilson family too.”

Yvonne snorted. “So what if it did? Big deal.”

Pissed off the Wilsons, whatever.

Honestly, the Quinns had collected plenty of enemies over the years. What was one more? Or one less? Didn’t matter.

At this point, why not just lean into it, go big or go home?

They arrived at City Hall.

When the clerk at the marriage license desk spotted them coming back, her face instantly soured.

She gave them a look that could curdle milk.

They’d made a huge scene here earlier that morning, and everyone was still dealing with the fallout.

Even in this part of the States, drama like that was not exactly uncommon—but the clerk was still pissed.

This time, she didn’t even bother hiding her annoyance at Yvonne’s choice of a husband.

She took their IDs and started hammering at her keyboard, clack, clack, clack. You could practically feel her rage in every keystroke. She couldn’t take it out on Xander, so the poor keyboard took the brunt of it. In five minutes, it was almost smoking.

Yvonne: “….”

Xander: “….”

For once, they didn’t stir up more trouble or start a scene.

Not even five minutes later, the clerk slapped two marriage certificates in front of them. “There. You’re done.”

Yvonne blinked. “That’s it?”

That was fast.

So, all it took for a woman to go from single to married was a few minutes? Then why did so many bachelors seem to struggle for years?

The clerk took a sip of her coffee and nodded. “Yup. But if he ever lays a hand on you, honey, you’ll have a whole bunch of departments to call- not just the cops. So don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Yvonne: “!!!”

Uh…

Xander? Abusing her? Not a chance.

Xander’s face went even darker, and he shot the clerk a look like he was ready to eat her alive.

But the clerk wasn’t intimidated. She shot him a look right back.

Xander stood up so abruptly that Yvonne jumped in her seat. “What’re you doing?”

He glared at the clerk with that intense, dangerous vibe of his. For a second, the clerk actually seemed a little unsettled.

Because Xander’s presence was just that overwhelming.

Yvonne noticed and tugged on his sleeve. “Chill, let’s just go.”

She wasn’t wrong. With the way he looked right now, he did sort of seem like the type to snap at any moment.

“She’s just doing her job, okay? Let’s move. C’mon, be good…”

Yvonne got up, grabbed Xander’s arm, and dragged him out.

Sure, Xander was a big shot in this city-feared by everyone, but even he had to pick his battles. This was *not* the place to mess around. Yvonne hurried them out of City Hall.

The clerk watched them leave, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Ada, can you believe those two?” she muttered to her coworker. “This morning they nearly tore the place down, and now they’re here to get married?”

There’d been a full-blown shouting match…

And now, here they were, getting hitched.

Honestly, you’d think people who looked so wrong for each other would call it off at the last minute. But nope, they actually went through with it. This world just gets weirder and weirder. Some couples seem perfect and split at the altar. These two? Fistfights and all, and they’re still together.

Ada, the one who processed Yvonne and Xander’s marriage certificate, slammed her coffee cup down. “Just watch. They’ll be back in under three months for a divorce.”

“What? Really?”

“You saw him look like a walking domestic violence case. And she’s no pushover either. Give it three months: someone ends up in jail, or they somehow survive each other.”

It was harsh, but honestly, Xander and Yvonne’s behavior pretty much said it all.

Outside City Hall, Yvonne shivered. “Someone’s talking trash about me behind my back. If I find out who, I’ll rip their tongue out.”

Xander just gave her a look like she’d lost her mind.

Chapter 615

With just a glance, Xander looked away and headed straight for his car, tossing over his shoulder, “You can get yourself home.”

Yvonne fumed. “Are you kidding me? You pick me up like some white knight on the way here, and now you’re just ditching me? Should I just march back in there and file for divorce right now?”

When he wanted to marry me, nothing could chase him off.

Now that the wedding’s over…

Switching up on me like this? Seriously? What a jerk.

At least other newlyweds go out for a celebratory dinner or something.

Xander was already sliding into the driver’s seat, a smirk on his lips as he looked at Yvonne. “For the next six months, don’t even think about it.”

Yvonne shot right back, “Oh please, if I want a divorce, I’ll find a way. Are you sure that line works on me?”

It’s just a divorce, not rocket science.

Xander, clearly done with her sass, rolled up the window and told the guy in the front seat, “Drive, Kyle.”

If he kept talking to this woman, he was going to have a heart attack.

Kyle glanced at him, a bit awkward. “Uh, are you really not gonna take Mrs. Quinn out for a wedding dinner or something?”

“We don’t like the same food,” Xander replied casually.

Eat with Yvonne? He’d rather chew glass. With her temper, one wrong word, and she’d probably flip the whole table.

Kyle just stared. “…”

Yeah, that didn’t sound like a real excuse.

“You might want to be careful, sir. If you push her too far, she’ll march right down to the courthouse and file for divorce herself,” Kyle added, not doubting Yvonne for a second.

Xander’s eyes went cold. “She wouldn’t dare.”

Kyle wisely went silent.

Wouldn’t she? Everyone in Ferrowland knew better. Did Xander really have no clue about the woman he’d married?

Xander pulled out his phone and dialed a number. The person on the other end clearly didn’t want to answer. It took two tries before someone finally picked up.

“Mr. Schultz, calling to start a fight again?” Dan’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

A slow grin tugged at Xander’s lips. “Yvonne. She’s my wife now.”

Silence, heavy and cold, settled over the line.

Meanwhile, at the hospital.

The air in the room turned frigid. Dan opened his eyes, icy and sharp, and shot a look at Manny, who shrank under his gaze.

Dan quickly looked away, voice flat and cold. “What did you just say?”

Xander’s tone was smug. “I said, Yvonne is my wife now. So, how about you stop bothering her, or else—”

Dan’s eyes flashed dangerously. “Or else what?”

“Or else I’ll see to it you’re run out of Ferrowland for good,” Xander threatened, voice like steel.

If this guy thought he could swagger around Ferrowland, he had another thing coming.

Dan laughed, bitter and biting. “Big words, Mr. Schultz. Is the Schultz family still backing you up these days?”

Every word was clipped, his breath coming faster.

Xander chuckled. “Who cares who’s backing me? Point is, Yvonne’s my wife now. Mine. Got it?”

The line went even more tense, Dan’s breath heavy and sharp.

Even over the phone, Xander could feel the dangerous energy radiating from Dan.

“Xander!” Dan nearly growled.

“What are you yelling for? Didn’t you lose your memory or something?” Xander shot back. “Good, I hope by the time you remember, Yvonne and I already have a kid together. Lose your memory for a lifetime, for all I care.”

Dan didn’t answer, but the silence was thick with rage.

In the front seat, Kyle couldn’t help but think these two men obviously had a lot more history than just today’s spat. This wasn’t just a grudge; it sounded like a feud years in the making.

Chapter 616

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Dan’s voice exploded on the other end of the line.

Xander just grinned wider, sounding almost smug. “Yeah? My wife. Legally.”

He kept saying “my wife” over and over, every word making Dan even more furious.

Before Dan could spit out another word, Xander hung up right in his face.

Silence filled the cramped car.

Xander sparked up a cigarette, took a long drag, and finally seemed to relax, like even his lungs could finally breathe easily. Kyle glanced at him nervously in the rearview mirror. “Mr. Schultz, uh… were you trying to piss off Mr. Murray on purpose?” Xander snorted. “Damn right. I hope that bastard chokes on it—ah, shit…”

He winced, a fresh cut on his lip pulling painfully.

Kyle blinked. He hadn’t realized before that Mr. Schultz could be this petty. Was this all just payback for what happened today? No, that didn’t seem right. There had to be more to the story.

Over at the hospital…

Dan had racked up a few new bruises himself-Xander had caught him off-guard, and he’d never had a chance to defend himself.

Xander’s cocky attitude over the phone had pushed Dan over the edge. He slammed his fist into the side table so hard that a bottle of Gatorade toppled off.

Manny hovered nearby, looking like he wanted to crawl under a rock. “Sir?”

“You told me they wouldn’t actually get married!”

Manny’s eyes went wide. He’d overheard the whole call, and now it was hitting him: they really did it?

“But… after all that drama… how could they have gotten married?”

Manny scratched his head, thinking back to the chaos at the courthouse this morning. Xander had looked like he’d just walked out of a bar fight- fresh bruises all over his face and neck. No way those two were headed for a happy wedding.

He muttered under his breath, “Where the hell did everything go so wrong?”

Dan shot him a glare so cold, Manny froze in place.

“Sir, I just “

“Get out.”

Dan’s temper snapped. He didn’t bother trying to hide his fury.

Manny jumped, stammered an apology, and practically sprinted from the room. Now Dan was alone, the whole hospital room seeming to pulse with his anger.

His mind kept replaying the right with Xander memories coming back clearer than ever, each one twisting a knife in his gut.

Xander. Yvonne.

Yvonne…

The thought of Yvonne and Xander actually getting that marriage certificate sent another wave of rage through him.

He grabbed his phone and dialed Yvonne without thinking.

What the hell was wrong with her? Had she lost her mind, going through with this? How could she actually marry Xander?

…

Meanwhile, outside the courthouse…

Yvonne was standing on the curb, trying to hail a cab. Of course, it was rush hour, and the line of people waiting stretched down the block. She was fuming, and Xander was getting the brunt of it in her mind.

Chapter 617

Yvonne had just gotten off the phone after a heated argument with Xander when Dan’s name flashed on her screen. Her mood was already shot, and she sure as hell wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries.

She let out a short, humorless laugh. “What’s up, Dan? Calling to congratulate me or something?”

Yeah, right. From the tone in his voice, she could tell congratulations were the last thing on his mind.

Dan’s voice was tight. “Is it true? You really married Xander?”

“Oh, so you know already, huh?”

She’d only been testing him, but the way he spat out the word “really” told her everything she needed to know.

Dan pressed on, his voice brittle. “You actually signed the papers with him?”

“What, you think we’d fake it? People like me and Xander don’t play those games.”

She shot back immediately, leaving him nowhere to go.

Dan’s tone turned icy. “Yvonne.”

She matched his coldness. “What, you got a problem with my attitude? Who I marry is none of your business.”

Her words were as detached as a frozen lake in February. Once, she’d burned with passion for this man now, there was nothing but frost.

Dan was fuming on the other end, his chest tight with anger. He ground out the words: “Divorce him.”

Yvonne just snorted, her laughter sharp as glass. “Oh, please.”

Dan lost it. “You used to fight with Xander like cats and dogs, and now you’re married? Have you lost your mind? What kind of brainless stunt is this?”

The more he talked, the louder he got, like he was about to reach through the phone and throttle her.

“Yeah, maybe I am crazy, so what? Is that illegal now?” Yvonne shot back, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

Dan sputtered. “You-“

“Me what? If I’m so out of my mind, that’s not your problem anymore. Who do you think you’re lecturing, Dan?”

She didn’t stop. “Who gave you the right to judge me, huh? Maybe look in the mirror before you start handing out life advice.”

Dan fell silent, but Yvonne wasn’t finished.

“And by the way, Xander’s my husband now. If you’re in Redwood County, you’d better show some respect, or I swear I’ll make you regret it.”

Dan’s breath hitched. “Wait, are you saying you’d what, go after me for him?”

He couldn’t finish the sentence. It was like he didn’t even recognize her anymore.

Yvonne let out another harsh laugh. “Damn right I would. If you mess with Xander, you mess with me.”

“Mr. Murray, let me remind you…I don’t mix up friends and strangers. Don’t push your luck.”

That “Mr. Murray” hit Dan like a slap in the face. Was that all he was now? Not “Danny,” not the guy she used to love—just Mr. Murray.

Yvonne pressed on. What’s wrong – suddenly forgotten everything? Thought you had amnesia or something, but you sure don’t sound like it now.”

She’d always suspected Dan was faking it. The way he was acting now just proved it to her.

Five long years she’d put up with him. Now, she was done.

Chapter 618

The whole world seemed to freeze for a moment.

Jerk…?

Ms. Quinn certainly had a creative way of cursing out a man.

Seriously, what kind of woman calls a guy a “jerk” when she’s mad at him? Was that even an insult strong enough for what he’d done?

Dan’s breathing was ragged with anger. “Yvonne.”

Yvonne snapped right back, “What? Don’t you yell at me. You’re a jerk, Dan. If you ever show your face in front of me again, I swear, I’ll deck you every single time.”

And with that, before Dan could sputter another word, Yvonne hung up.

She really was furious.

She just couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that five years ago, she’d been played for a fool by that jerk.

Dan stared numbly at the phone, the dial tone buzzing in his ears and his head pounding even louder.

He glanced up and caught sight of Manny lurking in the doorway, his expression growing even darker. “You heard all that?”

“N-nope. Didn’t hear a thing,” Manny stammered, forcing a nervous grin.

But honestly, his smile was so awkward that it only made Dan’s mood worse.

Manny was itching to bolt out of there.

Who would’ve guessed? The so-called golden boy of the Ferrowland’s most elite family, heir to money, power, and all that turned out like this? Yvonne calling Dan a “jerk” was something you didn’t hear every day.

Dan gritted his teeth. “Get out.”

From Manny’s face, it was obvious he’d heard everything.

Dan’s head throbbed. Five years. He’d actually forgotten about that woman for five years.

Thinking about what went down recently in Sands City, and the things he’d said to her…

A woman like Yvonne, who never let a grudge slide she probably hated him to the core by now.

“I-I actually have something important to tell you,” Manny ventured, voice wavering.

If it wasn’t for this urgent business, he’d have been long gone. Honestly, after hearing Dan get chewed out like that, he was half-worried he’d be next.

Dan glared icily. “Spit it out.”

Manny swallowed. “Lottie just met with Landseer.”

Landseer!

He might look harmless, but Landseer was a key player in their current setup.

Landseer wanted what they had, and they needed Landseer to get connected with another important player in the game.

Hearing that Lottie had met with Landseer, Dan’s face darkened. “What business do they have together?”

“Nothing, apparently,” Manny shook his head. “Landseer’s always tried to get in with the Lugar family, but he’s just not got the clout.”

But this time, Lottie herself had made the effort to meet him.

If Dan was being honest, there was no way Lottie would bother with Landseer unless it was about Yvonne.

When Dan didn’t answer, Manny pressed on, “Could this be about what happened between you and Ms. Quinn five years ago? I mean, everyone knows- Lottie, Mr. Quinn-they’re fiercely protective of their own.”

The Quinns, the Lugars – everyone knew you didn’t mess with their family. If Lotie was making moves for Yvonne’s sake, then all their recent efforts might have been for nothing.

Lottie’s reputation in Ferrowland was legendary; she didn’t mess around.

Dan’s scowl deepened. For Yvonne? He couldn’t rule it out…

Manny said quietly, “If this really is about Ms. Quinn, we could have a serious problem.”

Chapter 619

Stella finally let out a sigh of relief. Susanna had managed to get through the day without causing a scene in front of Hull.

But her relief lasted all of three seconds.

Because, out of nowhere, Susanna groaned, “I can’t believe it… I said I’d marry him.”

Stella: “!!!”

Wait. What?

Back up. Did Susanna just say she’d marry Hull? As in, get hitched? Tie the knot? What the actual heck?

Stella’s brain just… froze. Completely blanked out for a good few minutes before she managed to stammer, “You-you said you’d do what now?” “Who are you marrying?”

She had to be hearing things. There was no way Susanna just blurted out that she wanted to marry Hull. Not unless Stella had somehow fallen into an alternate universe.

But Susanna looked absolutely mortified. “Honestly, I kinda wish the ground would just swallow me up right now.”

How bad was it? Like, full-on social death. She could practically feel her soul leaving her body from secondhand embarrassment.

Susanna was so done, she couldn’t even bring herself to repeat it.

Stella swallowed, took a deep breath or five, trying to steady her nerves. “Wait, hold on. You-what the hell, Susie?!”

Susanna groaned, “I wish I could just get rid of my mouth. Or my hands. Honestly, I don’t want either of them right now.”

Her hands, her mouth—why did they always betray her, especially around Hull? She was mortified.

Stella listened to Susanna’s existential crisis, and then suddenly her eyes lit up. “Wait a second. Are you telling me all those little things you’ve done before were just leading up to this moment?”

Susanna: “!!!”

“No! I swear, I wasn’t—”

She hurried to deny it, and it was the truth. She seriously hadn’t meant any of this.

Stella narrowed her eyes. “Then why were you always messing with Hull’s belt or tugging at his jacket, huh?” She leaned in, a wicked smile on her face. “Come on, Susie, be honest. That time at Mist Bay, when you were fumbling with Hull’s belt buckle-was that because you had your eye on him from the start?”

Everything suddenly seemed to connect.

It all made sense now. Like some weird, accidental love story that had just fallen into place.

If Susanna *wasn’t* into Hull, then all her actions just seemed… suspicious, to say the least.

Especially after randomly blurting out, “marry him.” That’s just too obvious.

Susanna’s brain felt fried. “Star, I swear I’m not like that. You know me! Do I seem like that kind of girl to you?”

Stella just grinned. “Relax, even if you are, I totally get it. I’d have a crush on him, too.”

Susanna: “!!!”

Wow, thanks for the unwavering support, wrong place, wrong time, but thanks.

If Stella had said that any other day, Susanna might have actually been touched. But right now? She just wanted to melt into the floor.

Stella nudged her. “Come on, just tell me, do you like Hull? If you do, I’ll even play matchmaker for you.”

Susanna looked even more miserable.

“Do you think this is the Middle Ages or something? Like, my parents are gonna arrange a marriage for me?”

Who would want to marry that terrifying guy? She’d need at least three hearts to handle him, and unfortunately, she was born with just one.

So, for the sake of her own survival, there was no way she could hang around Hull.

Stella pressed on. “Just say it—do you like him or not?”

Chapter 620

“But that’s just the truth!”

There was a sudden note of frustration in Susanna’s voice.

Honestly, she felt totally out of control around Hull-like her body and her mouth just had a mind of their own.

Every time something happened, and she’d blurt something out, she’d just freeze up in shock right after.

Stella said, “Okay, then just tell me straight, do you actually like Hull or not?”

“Honestly? I’m too scared to even like him.”

Susanna repeated what she’d said before, feeling even more lost than ever under Stella’s questioning.

God knows, that whole “marry you” thing hadn’t come out of real feelings for Hull.

Even now, Susanna couldn’t figure out why she’d said something so dramatic out of nowhere.

Just as those words left her mouth, the bedroom door clicked open.

Hull’s face was unreadable.

But the moment Susanna looked up and met his icy blue eyes-eyes as cold as a frozen lake, her heart started pounding.

Meanwhile, Stella’s call with Susanna was suddenly cut off.

She called out “Hello? Hello?” into the phone, but there was no answer.

That’s when Yvonne walked in from the hallway.

She saw Stella and gave her a look. “Calling your bestie from Portland again?”

The jealousy in her voice was unmistakable, like the air just got a little green with envy.

Stella just shrugged.

Yvonne snorted, “You really should tell her to stop calling so much. Ronald’s gonna get the wrong idea if this keeps up.”

Seriously, what kind of woman calls another woman this many times a day?

Wait a minute… “Don’t tell me your friend’s got a crush on my brother or something.”

Stella had been thinking Ronald didn’t care, but clearly, Yvonne was not amused.

When she heard Yvonne’s latest accusation, Stella rolled her eyes. “What are you even talking about?”

Susie was not that kind of person.

Yvonne just huffed, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. You know what they say in Portland-lock your doors and keep an eye on your best friend.” Stella said firmly, “Susie’s not like that. Don’t be ridiculous.”

She knew Susanna inside and out.

It’s just that lately, with all the chaos around Hull, Susanna had been acting out of character, probably just freaked out.

Back home in Portland, she’d never be like this.

Yvonne screwed up her face. “Susie? Ugh, what kind of name is that?”

Stella just stared. Honestly, sometimes she wondered about Yvonne’s priorities.

Yvonne was about to say something else when her phone rang.

She glanced at the screen unknown number.

She hesitated, then picked up. “Go ahead, what’s your plan to humiliate me this time? Might as well give me a heads up so I can hit back, you jerk.”

Not even waiting for a response, Yvonne launched into it.

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Chapter 601

Yvonne Quinn was sitting next to her brother Ronald, listening to him chat on the phone. The sugary-sweet conversation between him and Stella was enough to make her want to crawl out of her own skin.

Seriously, she swore, if her pores ever got clogged from all this lovey-dovey nonsense, she’d be sending them both the dermatologist bill.

After all these years… They’d all been around each other forever, and now that Ronald was finally dating someone, he was acting like a total lovesick teenager.

Ronald murmured a few more soft words to Stella before hanging up. Yvonne shot him a teasing look. “Well, would you look at that, big bro. Didn’t know you had it in you to be such a smooth talker.”

“We used to worry you’d scare Stella off, you know.”

The truth was, everyone in both the Quinn and Lugar families had known for ages how Ronald felt about Stella. That was the real reason both families had always treated Stella like one of their own.

Family is family, after all. Of course, they doted on her.

The thing was, Ronald had always come off so serious. Sure, he was good to Stella, but he just had this stern, almost fatherly vibe. It was like he was her overprotective dad, not her boyfriend. No wonder they’d all been worried she’d feel pressured.

But judging by that phone call, it seemed like they’d been worried for nothing. Ronald was absolutely doting on Stella, and honestly, it was kind of sweet.

Then again, he’d always been gentle with her. Even back when he looked super serious, one sad look from Stella, and you could see him soften right up.

Ronald shot Yvonne a look-one of those classic, big-brother glares.

Her grin faded. “Hey, why are you glaring at me like that?”

Okay, so there were different kinds of “serious.” The look he gave Stella wasn’t the same as the one he gave her. Total double standard.

Ronald straightened the cuff of his shirt. “Stay away from Dan Murray.”

“Yeah, I know,” Yvonne said, nodding.

What was the point in staying friends with a guy who was practically engaged to someone else, anyway? Even if Dan was going to be in town for a while, she could manage to keep her distance. No point in making things messy.

Ronald gave her another sideways look. “You did a real number on him, huh?”

He’d seen the bandages on Dan’s forehead and chest earlier. It was obvious Yvonne hadn’t held back.

And the oatmeal stains on his shirt? Clearly, she’d gone back into his hospital room and let him have it again.

Dan used to be the only guy Yvonne was ever soft with. But after all these years, that tenderness had vanished.

Yvonne shrugged. “Yeah, I really didn’t expect him to be such a wimp. Guess I was a little rough.”

She remembered how tough Dan had been five years ago. Now? It had been almost too easy to put him in the hospital. Honestly, she thought Dan’s bodyguard Manny could take him these days.

Ronald actually looked a little pleased at her answer.

Meanwhile, over at the Lugar house, Stella was sitting with Lydia, her grandmother, who was showing off her collection of family heirlooms. Stella tried to look excited, even though jewelry didn’t really do much for her.

“Wow, Grandma, you’ve got some seriously cool stuff.”

Lydia beamed. “Of course I do! I’ve been collecting these for years. They’re all for you and Yvonne.”

Stella glanced over the sparkling emeralds and various gemstones, all glittering under the lights. They were pretty, she had to admit.

Suddenly, Lydia noticed the necklace around Stella’s neck. “Hey, that’s a beautiful necklace. Did Ronald get it for you?”

Stella smiled and touched the pendant. “No, my sister made it for me. Pretty, right?”

Lydia nodded. “It’s lovely. What’s it made of?”

“She said she ‘found’ the stone somewhere wouldn’t tell me what kind. Honestly, knowing her, she probably got swindled into buying it and just didn’t want to admit it.”

If anyone tried to cheat Yvonne, though, they’d definitely regret it.

Lydia shook her head in amazement. “When did she learn to make jewelry? I knew she could sew, but this is new.”

Thinking about why Yvonne had learned to sew in the first place, Lydia’s eyes grew a little misty.

Chapter 602

Stella caught the flicker of emotion in her eyes and gave a gentle nudge, “Hey, Sis, I know you’ve learned your lesson.”

“Hm?”

“Relax. She’s not gonna change herself for that guy anymore.”

Thinking about how much Yvonne used to bend over backwards for Dan made Stella’s chest ache a little. Dan had been a big deal in Yvonne’s world. Who would’ve thought he’d turn out to be… well, that kind of man?

Lydia sighed, “Let’s hope so.”

She really did feel for Yvonne. Yvonne always acted so carefree, so loud and brash, nobody would’ve guessed she could fall so hard for someone.

“Wait, is Dan even alive?” Lydia asked suddenly.

It had been five years. The guy was supposed to be dead. Who would imagine he was still kicking around?

Stella nodded, “Yeah. He’s alive.”

Lydia frowned, “Who the heck made the call that he was dead back then?” That was a big deal. If you can’t even tell if someone’s alive or dead, what’s the point of being a doctor?

“Finley,” Stella replied.

Lydia’s jaw dropped. “Oh, that explains everything.”

When it came to Finley Yoder, Lydia was at a loss for words. “I honestly don’t know how he ever got his ‘genius doctor’ reputation.”

Everyone in town raved about Finley’s skills, but anyone who actually knew him… well, they knew better.

As they were talking, Ronald and Yvonne walked in from the porch. “Grandma,” Yvonne called out first.

There was still a bruise on her face. When she leaned in closer, Lydia jumped. “Oh my goodness, what happened to your face? Who did this to you?”

It was obvious she’d been hit.

Stella’s eyes went wide, too. Yvonne gingerly touched her cheek, wincing. “Ugh, the jerk’s goons didn’t hold back. Hurts like hell.”

Even her lip had started to swell.

Stella blinked. “The jerk’s… people?”

Something about the way Yvonne said it just felt off.

Lydia’s face darkened as soon as she heard “the jerk.” “Dan’s people?”

Yvonne nodded. “Yeah, but enough about that. Grandma, what’s with all the jewelry? Showing off?”

Stella stifled a laugh. Lydia swatted Yvonne’s arm. “Watch your mouth, you little rascal! You think I’m that type?”

Yvonne grinned, “Of course not.”

Still, why lay all this stuff out?

Lydia huffed, “Star’s getting married soon. These are part of her wedding trousseau. I’m letting her pick. You want to take a look too?”

Yvonne shook her head, “I’m not getting married, Grandma. Give it all to Star.”

Yvonne never cared much for fancy things anyway. Stella was the girly one; might as well let her have everything.

Stella chimed in, “I’ve got more than enough, honestly. I don’t need any more.”

She really meant it. After all those years away, her mom and Yvonne had stuffed her closet with so many things she could barely close the doors. Watching the two girls push the treasures back and forth, Lydia scowled, “Fine, I’ll just throw it all out then?”

“Wait, I’ll pick!” Yvonne piped up, knowing from Lydia’s tone she was about to lose her temper. She hurried over to sift through the boxes. Not that she’d actually use any of it—she’d probably just hand it over to Star anyway.

Meanwhile, Ronald sidled up to Stella and slipped a bracelet onto her wrist. Lydia caught sight of it and cleared her throat. “Ahem, that one’s for Yvonne.”

That piece wasn’t cheap, either. The kid’s got a good eye, she thought.

Yvonne waved it off, “Give it to Star. I don’t even like that one.”

Ha, Lydia thought, this old lady’s really playing favorites out in the open. Poor Star, sitting right there, how’s she supposed to feel?

But Lydia knew what Yvonne was thinking and snorted, “Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve got something even better set aside for Star. What are you worried about?”

Like she’d really play favorites. One was her darling granddaughter-in-law, and the other, well, Star was carrying her great-grandchild, after all.

Chapter 603

When Ronald brought Stella into the cozy room, they found Levi fiddling with the pot Stella had brought him from her trip. The grin on his face was so wide it could have split his cheeks.

Stella shot Ronald a glance, and he snickered under his breath. “Someone’s pretending not to care.”

Stella had just told Ronald over the phone that Levi seemed less than thrilled with her gift. But looking at that happy grin, now disappointed? Seriously?

Ronald cleared his throat, and Levi snapped out of his reverie, turning around to face them. The moment he spotted Stella, he wiped the smile off his face and put the pot down, all business.

“Don’t you think that just because you brought me this thing, I’ll forgive you for disappearing for three years?” Levi huffed, arms crossed. “Three years! Do you even realize how long that is? You think that’s something you can just say sorry for and move on?”

Stella pouted. “But you literally just said we were good, not even five minutes ago!”

How could he switch up so quickly?

Levi grumbled, “That was just so your grandma wouldn’t get upset. I haven’t forgiven you.”

“What if I get you another pot? Maybe a bigger one?” Stella offered, only half joking.

Levi just snorted and turned his back on them.

Stella, undeterred, held up three fingers. “How about three pots? That’s my final offer!”

She’d never bought anyone that many presents at once-except Ronald, of course. For him, it was always hard to resist picking up little things she thought he’d like.

“Order them now,” Levi said, not turning around.

Stella couldn’t help but laugh. “Deal, I’ll get right on it.”

She’d actually already messaged the shop owner to send over a few more, just in case.

With Levi pacified, the mood lightened. The group headed to The Lugar Castle for lunch, lingering until well after two before finally heading out. Lydia, even though she clearly favored Yvonne, still treated Stella warmly, shoving extra goodies into her hands as they were leaving. In the Car

Yvonne sat up front, scrolling through her phone. “Wow. Mom really handles everything, huh?”

Stella looked up. “Handles what?”

“You and my brother,” Yvonne replied, glancing back. “I was kinda worried people would talk behind your backs about the whole thing. But now? It’s all handled. Mom fixed it.”

Stella blinked. “People talking…?”

Before coming back from Portis City, she’d been nervous about gossip. But after seeing her mom and grandma’s reactions, she realized-why should she care about what outsiders think? The only opinions that mattered were those of the people she loved. If her mom and grandma disapproved… Well, that would actually hurt.

But now, hearing Yvonne say her mom had smoothed things over, Stella couldn’t help but ask, “How’d she do that?”

“You didn’t hear this morning?” Ronald ruffled Stella’s hair fondly.

Stella’s mind flashed back to that morning, coming downstairs and catching her mom on the phone, saying something about, “My daughter-in-law is all grown up now…”

That was her mom’s way of dealing with things-making a public statement so nobody dared to say a word against Stella.

Stella felt a lump in her throat and snuggled closer to Ronald. He brushed her cheek gently. “Touched?”

“Yeah,” she whispered, genuinely moved.

Back in Portis City, the Larkin family had shown her just how cold-blooded ties could be. Family by name, but nothing more. But with the Quinns and the Lugars, she felt nothing but warmth. That’s why she’d never called Cloudia Lawson “Mom” or Jaxon Larkin “Brother.” Mom, Dad, brother— those titles belonged to Ronald’s family, not the Larkins.

She wanted nothing to do with them.

Buzz, buzz. Yvonne’s phone vibrated, snapping Stella out of her thoughts.

“Hello?” Yvonne answered.

“Ms. Quinn, it’s Manny.”

Yvonne nearly hung up-she’d promised her brother she wouldn’t get mixed up with Dan’s people. But Manny seemed to sense her hesitation. “Our boss got beaten up. Again.”

Yvonne’s jaw dropped. “Seriously?!”

Stella and Ronald exchanged looks.

The way Manny said “again,” you could hear the exasperation in his voice. Clearly, this wasn’t the first time.

Yvonne sighed. “What, do you want me to pay for his hospital bills? I’ll say it now, if it wasn’t me who hit him, I’m not paying a dime.”

Chapter 604

When Yvonne thought back to how Manny had practically dragged her out of the city hall, she figured it was probably because she’d punched Dan and owed compensation.

Okay, fair. She had punched the guy, after all.

But this time, she hadn’t laid a finger on anyone-so why was she in trouble again?

Manny’s voice turned icier over the phone. “Maybe you didn’t hit him, but you’re still involved.”

Yvonne was at a loss for words.

What kind of logic is that?

She didn’t hit anyone, but she’s still responsible? Who makes up these rules? Either these people were geniuses, or they were out of their minds. Yvonne bit her tongue and finally asked, “So who did hit him?”

Manny’s answer came sharp and quick. “Mr. Schultz. Xander Schultz. The guy you’re supposed to marry. He came to the hospital and clocked our boss.”

The anger in Manny’s voice was boiling over, rising higher with every word until he sounded on the verge of breaking down.

Yvonne blinked. “Wait, what?”

Well, that was…unexpected.

But honestly? Not bad news at all.

The moment Yvonne had seen Xander get hit at the city hall, she’d known Dan was finished. This was Ferrowland, after all. Whatever big shot Dan thought he was back in Sands City, it didn’t matter here.

Xander was the local kingpin around these parts. Even a big fish from out of town can’t outswim the sharks who know these waters.

Seeing how worked up Manny was, Yvonne tried to sound reasonable. “Look, you guys went after him today, right? You know Xander-he’s not the forgiving type. Of course, he was going to hit back.”

She remembered Manny showing up at her place earlier, looking like he was ready to start a bar brawl; heck, he’d even brought backup! Even when Xander had gotten burned before, he’d still managed to get a few punches in.

With his kind of temper? Of course, he was going to settle the score.

“If you ask me, you all had it coming,” Yvonne said flatly.

Manny snapped, “Ms. Quinn, maybe you should figure out whose side you’re on.”

Yvonne bristled. “Excuse me? Maybe you should listen to yourself for a second.”

Did Manny even understand what was going on with Dan and Aira Wilson?

She was supposed to take the side of a guy who was about to marry another woman?

“If you ask me, Xander should’ve punched you, too. Maybe it’d knock some sense into you.”

Anyone with half a brain wouldn’t be talking like this, she thought.

Seeing Yvonne finally lose her cool, Manny sounded desperate. “Our boss forgot about you, okay? He’s not hurting you on purpose. You can’t just let people beat him up.”

Yvonne rolled her eyes. “Maybe he should just crawl back to Sands City and be a mayor over there, instead of making a fool of himself here.” And with that, she hung up.

Forgot about her? Not hurting her on purpose? Yvonne snorted. As far as she was concerned, Dan was faking it using “amnesia” as an excuse to have his cake and eat it too. Disgusting.

She was so angry she could feel it in her bones.

Ronald was sitting on the couch, holding Stella as she snuggled into his chest. He looked up, not bothering to hide his amusement. “So, Dan got beat up?”

“Yep. His people are saying he’s got amnesia, so none of the stuff he’s done to me counts, and I’m supposed to be on his side.”

She scoffed. “Can you believe that? Like any sane person would buy it.”

“If you ask me,” Ronald said with a grin, “Xander went too easy on them. Maybe another round would knock some sense into those idiots.”

Yvonne’s complaint about Xander seemed to put Ronald and Stella at ease. Their biggest fear was that Yvonne might suddenly say she wanted to check on Dan, which would’ve really been a nightmare.

Yvonne was still fuming, about to rant some more, when her phone rang again. This time, it was Xander.

She picked up. “What do you want?”

She was still mad about Dan, and now Xander was calling? Just great.

Or maybe it was just that after being bullied by Ronald for so many years, Xander had finally had enough. For once, he wasn’t waiting a day before getting payback-he’d handled it all in the time it took to eat lunch.

Xander’s voice was cool and direct. “I’m outside City Hall. Come down.”

“What for?”

As soon as she heard he was at the City Hall, Yvonne’s heart skipped a beat.

“To finish getting married,” Xander replied.

Yvonne nearly dropped her phone.

After all this drama, he still wanted to go through with the wedding?

Chapter 605

No one really knew what kind of mess Xander had stumbled into this time, but for some reason, he was dead set on marrying her.

The thing was, he’d only told her Brother and their Mom about it, never bothered to clue her in at all.

Was she just not important enough to know?

Yvonne cleared her throat awkwardly. “Hey, what’s going on—?”

“Yvonne, listen to me,” Xander suddenly snapped through the phone. “You’re getting married to me. End of story. No arguments.”

He sounded pissed-really pissed.

Stella had run off with Ronald; now he was knee-deep in trouble, and all he wanted was for Yvonne to play along. But instead, he’d just gotten punched in the face for his trouble.

Where was the justice in that?

Dan, that absolute lunatic, if Xander didn’t make him pay big time for this, he’d stop calling himself Xander.

Yvonne started to protest, “Hey, what do you mean, ‘end of story’? What’s with the attitude?”

Wasn’t a wedding supposed to be a happy thing? Why was he so angry? She honestly didn’t get it.

Xander gritted out, “Didn’t Dan just get divorced? Fine. Let’s both have our second weddings together. Let’s see how much that jerk can take.”

Yvonne’s jaw dropped. Was he really just doing this because he couldn’t stand being outdone by Dan?

Listening to Xander now, he sounded so mad that he was barely making sense.

Yvonne had been furious at Dan herself, but now she found herself trying to calm Xander down instead.

“Come on, don’t be like this. Didn’t you get a hit in, too?”

Was this really just about one-upping Dan?

Was her marriage really just a tool for someone else’s revenge? Wait, wasn’t that exactly how she’d tried to get back at Xander before? Maybe this was karma.

“Xander, do you actually want this marriage, or are you just using me to get even with Dan?” she asked, exasperated.

This was a mess.

“Let’s just get it done. I’m coming to pick you up now,” Xander said, and hung up before she could reply.

Yvonne stared at her phone, lips twitching in disbelief, then glanced at Ronald in the backseat.

“Xander again?” Ronald asked, though the speakerphone had made it obvious.

“You heard him, right?” Yvonne replied, rolling her eyes. “Who gets that worked up about getting married? He sounded like he was about to fight someone, not propose.”

Ronald and Stella exchanged glances, both a little shell-shocked from Xander’s outburst.

Yvonne shook her head, feeling a headache coming on. Stella looked equally frazzled; the whole thing was spiraling out of control.

“Oh my God, is that what getting married sounds like to him?” Yvonne groaned. “I swear, he sounds more like he wants to deck me than marry me.”

Yeah, Xander’s tone was more “bar fight” than “wedding vows.” It was enough to make her want to hide under a table.

Back at the Quinn family home.

Xander had already arrived. The look he shot Yvonne was downright murderous.

Stella instinctively edged closer to Ronald, pulling Yvonne with her for backup.

Xander glared daggers at Yvonne, and under that stare, she felt her confidence drain away.

She nervously fidgeted with her hands. “Could you not look at me like that? You’re honestly terrifying right now.”

She’d never noticed before, but when Xander got that look in his eyes, he was genuinely scary.

Suddenly, Yvonne wasn’t so sure about marrying him. Heck, even if Xander was still hung up on Stella, there were a hundred ways to distract him -marriage didn’t have to be one of them.

A guy who looked at her like that? He practically had “domestic abuser” written on his forehead.

Xander noticed her hesitation and let out a cold laugh. “So you do get scared? I thought nothing rattled you.”

Ever since he’d come back, she’d been picking fights with him every day. She’d even gone after Dan. He’d honestly started to believe she was afraid of nothing.

He dragged out the word “scared” just to needle her. Yvonne bristled, even though she was a little intimidated.

But her irritation quickly drowned out her nerves. She stepped out from behind Stella, arms folded. “Don’t flatter yourself. Like I’d ever be afraid of you.”

“Then let’s go get married.”

“In your dreams. There’s not a chance I’m marrying you after all this.”

“Oh, so you’d rather marry Dan? Over my dead body, Yvonne,” Xander snapped. “Let’s get one thing straight, Dan’s never getting you. Not after he jumped me at Ferrowland. He can spend the rest of his life pining away, for all I care.”

Chapter 606

Yvonne: “He doesn’t even love me anymore.”

So this whole revenge thing? It doesn’t even make sense.

Stella rolled her eyes. “When he gets his memory back, he’ll love you again, won’t he? I swear, this marriage is not getting annulled. I’ll drive Dan crazy before I ever let him off that easy.”

Yvonne: “!!!”

Xander scoffed. “Amnesia? Oh, come on. Only someone as gullible as you would believe Dan’s got amnesia. Guys like him just don’t want to take responsibility. I’ve seen it a million times.”

“When you’re in love, he barely gives you the time of day. But the second he can’t have you, suddenly he’s a mess.”

Three sets of eyes stared in exasperation as Xander went on his rant.

Honestly, to them, Xander looked like he’d lost his mind and not in a small way.

Xander, still fuming: “I want him to spend his whole life begging and crying. Amnesia, my foot. I hope he cries so hard he runs out of places to hide.”

He just couldn’t let it go, not after Dan’s buddies roughed him up. He kept rambling, all his anger aimed at Dan, but Yvonne was the one getting an earful.

Stella’s mouth twitched. She wanted to say: When Xander loses it, it’s seriously terrifying.

He was on such a roll that nobody else could get a word in.

Yvonne was utterly confused. “Didn’t you beat him up, too? Dan’s friends said you messed him up pretty bad.”

Dan’s guys had hit Xander a couple of times at the courthouse.

But Xander? He’d given Dan the beating of his life.

Honestly, it seemed like things were pretty much even now…

Xander: “So what if I did? I’d do it again. I could kill him, I swear.” Yvonne: “…”

Yeah, “kill him.” At the rate he was going, there wasn’t much difference.

Ronald, who’d been quiet till now, gave Xander a cold look. “Are you sure you want Yvonne to go through with this marriage?” “What else am I supposed to do?”

Ronald narrowed his eyes. “If you’re only doing this to spite Dan, don’t bother. Seriously, don’t go through with it.”

Xander: “…”

Ronald: “Don’t forget, this marriage is definitely ending in divorce. If you’re starting to think otherwise, then call the whole thing off. Got it?”

Stella and Yvonne: “…”

Xander’s breathing hitched. The adrenaline in him fizzled out under Ronald’s icy stare.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.

Ronald: “Do you understand?”

Xander didn’t want to answer. He looked away, glancing at Yvonne, thinking about all the mess he was in.

He took a few deep breaths, finally swallowing his pride and murmured, “Yeah, got it.”

Ronald’s gaze softened as he turned to Yvonne, who shivered under his stern look.

“Bro, are you seriously making me marry this jerk? Look at him! He looks like he wants to punch me every second.”

The more Yvonne thought about it, the less she wanted to marry Xander. She was pretty sure Xander needed this marriage for some reason, but honestly, she was getting cold feet.

Xander: “When did I ever want to hit you? You’ve been beating me up for days, you know?”

Yvonne: “And you’ve hit me too! Don’t pretend you haven’t.”

Xander: “That was mutual combat at best, and you won most of the time.”

Xander was fuming.

Yvonne fell silent at that. It was true every time she ambushed Xander, she’d usually win. But it wasn’t like he was a total pushover; the guy could defend himself.

Ugh, the whole situation was impossible to explain.

Stella couldn’t take it anymore. “Maybe you two shouldn’t—”

“Stop. Just zip it. Seriously, Stella, shut your mouth,” Xander snapped, cutting her off before she could finish.

He knew Ronald always listened to Stella, and he couldn’t risk her interfering anymore.

Stella glared back. “You shut up.”

At that moment, Ronald’s icy eyes were back on Xander.

Xander: “!!!”

What the hell…?

Looking at Stella and Ronald side by side with those matching expressions, Xander suddenly felt like they looked like an old married couple. God, first they steal his girl, now they’re ganging up on him? Some people have no shame…

Chapter 607

Finally, Xander and Yvonne stormed out, clearly fuming.

Stella glanced at Ronald with concern. “Why on earth did you let Sis marry Xander?”

The butler had already sent people to haul in all the stuff they’d just brought back.

There was a mountain of it, some belonging to Stella, some to Yvonne.

Every time they visited the old family estate, they’d return with armfuls of goodies. Lydia, the housekeeper, was especially fond of the two sisters and always saved the best treats for them—homemade pies, imported chocolates, even rare cheeses.

Ronald wrapped an arm around Stella’s shoulders, pulling her close. “Well, obviously, to get rid of any potential rivals.”

Stella blinked. “Huh?”

Rivals? Xander?

She’d never even thought of Xander like that. Did that even count as a rival?

“No way. You mean you’d sacrifice your own sister just to get rid of someone who isn’t even a rival? Nope, not happening. I’m calling her right now to tell her to ditch the whole wedding.”

What a joke, like Yvonne’s entire future was something to trade just for Ronald’s so-called “strategy.”

She dug out her phone, ready to call Yvonne, but Ronald smoothly snatched it out of her hand. “Relax, I was just messing with you.” Stella gave him a look. “…”

“Honestly, both Xander and Yvonne are dealing with some mess of their own. This wedding might actually help sort things out for them. It’s just… a weird bit of fate.”

Stella’s eyes widened. She already knew Xander was in some trouble—her mom had mentioned it.

But Yvonne, too?

“What kind of trouble is Sis in?” Stella asked, genuinely confused.

Ronald ruffled her hair affectionately. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, kiddo.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m not a kid anymore, you know.”

They headed further inside together. Just then, Stella’s phone vibrated. This time, she checked the caller ID.

It was the private investigator she’d hired to look into the former head of the Black Gate Society.

She stepped aside to take the call. “Talk to me.”

“Miss, it’s confirmed. The previous leader of Black Gate is Ms. Tucker’s mother.”

Stella’s heart skipped a beat. “You’re sure?”

“Yes, absolutely. I’ve just sent you the photos as proof.”

Stella inhaled, her mind racing. The photos arrived moments later, and one glance was all she needed to recognize Susanna’s mother.

“Is she… in any danger?” Stella asked quietly.

That was the real issue. Whether Susanna’s mother used to be in charge didn’t matter as much as whether she was safe now, especially with the Black Gate’s current chaos.

On the other end of the call, the PI hesitated. Stella caught the subtle change in their breathing.

“What is it?” she pressed.

“It’s hard to say for sure,” came the careful reply.

Stella frowned. If even her best source couldn’t guarantee Susanna’s mother’s safety, things were bad.

“Alright. Just send me everything you’ve got.” She hung up.

A moment later, Ronald came over, arms draping gently over her shoulders. “Who was that?”

Stella turned her head, and her lips brushed his jaw by accident, a soft, fleeting touch that made her pause.

“I, uh-“

Ronald cut her off with a grin. “Come on, no need to get all shy.”

He spun her gently to face him, his hands warm around her waist. In that instant, a strange feeling stirred in him—this petite woman, already nurturing a tiny life inside her.

Stella shook herself out of her thoughts. “My PI just called. It’s confirmed Susie’s mom used to run Black Gate.”

Ronald’s expression darkened. “Confirmed for real?”

Stella nodded. “Yeah. So what do we do? I can’t just sit back and do nothing if Susie’s in trouble.”

The former head of Black Gate. Rumor had it, the current leader had fought tooth and nail for that position, and things between them had gotten ugly.

Chapter 608

Damn, what a mess this has turned into…

Ronald: “Say it. Call me ‘honey.”

Stella: “!!!”

Wait, what…?

Ronald raised an eyebrow. “Hmm?”

Stella sputtered, “What are you even doing right now?”

Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Seriously, here she was, trying to have a real conversation with him, and he was pulling this nonsense!

Ronald grinned. “Say it first.”

Stella: “!!”

No way…

This was supposed to be a serious moment!

Ronald: “If you say it, I’ll tell you what to do.”

“For real?”

Unbelievable… At a time like this, he’s thinking about *that*?

Ronald leaned in, his voice teasing, “C’mon, Stell. You need to get used to it.”

He really wasn’t going to let her call him “Ronnie” like before anymore.

Stella squirmed in his arms, trying to wriggle free, but Ronald’s grip around her waist only tightened.

Finally, she caved, mumbling, “Honey.”

Her face, already red as a cherry pie, only grew hotter with embarrassment.

Ronald: “Again.”

She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t hide her smile. “Jeez, you… Honey.”

“Okay, now will you tell me?”

How had she never realized he could be such a tease?

Ronald looked satisfied, giving her nose a gentle pinch. “Alright. Honestly, if she really was the former boss of Black Gate, then you don’t need to worry so much.”

“What do you mean?”

How could she not worry?

If Lacey Tucker really had been the top dog at Black Gate, she’d definitely have bad blood with whoever was in charge now. And the fact that she’d gone missing from Portis City, only to be dragged back by the current head of the organization? Yeah, this was a mess…

But Ronald seemed a lot more relaxed about it than Stella was.

He explained, “Look, anyone who could run Black Gate isn’t exactly a pushover, you know?”

Stella: “…”

Well… when he put it that way, it almost made sense.

“But she’s the former boss,” Stella pointed out. “How could she compete with whoever’s in charge now?”

She hated to admit it, but sometimes, when you’re out, you’re out. People move on fast.

Ronald’s tone turned serious. “That seat at the top? It’s never been stable for the current boss these past few years.”

Stella: “Unstable?”

Ronald nodded. “Very.”

Stella: “…”

If that was true…

“Is it because of Lacey?”

What could make it so unstable? Maybe it was because the current boss hadn’t exactly gotten there fair and square. If you claw your way to the top with dirty tricks, it’s no wonder the throne feels shaky.

Ronald carried her over to the sofa and sat down, still holding her close. “From what I’ve heard,” he said, “Lacey Tucker was always respected at Black Gate. Someone like her isn’t easy to replace.”

“So it’s even more complicated than I thought?”

Stella bit her lip, anxiety gnawing at her. If Ronald was right, and the current boss was feeling threatened enough to haul Lacey back in, things were about to get ugly.

She worried even more about Lacey now.

Ronald seemed to read her mind, his voice turning gentle but firm. “Honestly, Stella, with her kind of status, whatever’s going down between her and Black Gate isn’t something you can fix.”

Stella: “…”

He was right. Power struggles at the top? That was way above her pay grade.

“But that doesn’t mean you can’t help her at all,” Ronald added.

“How?” Stella perked up instantly.

He met her hopeful gaze, chuckling softly. “Just keep Susanna safe. That’s the best thing you can do for Lacey right now.”

Stella was speechless.

Chapter 609

What kind of help is this supposed to be?

But Ronald did have a point. Before Lacey went missing, the person she worried about most was Susanna.

“So Susanna’s still with Hull, and they’re even suspecting her of being a mole or something? No way, I have to go get her out of there.”

Thinking about everything Lacey had done for her back in Portis City, Stella found herself agreeing with Ronald.

Right now, the best thing she could do for Lacey was to look out for Susanna.

Ronald had originally wanted to tell her that keeping Susanna safe was the biggest favor she could do for Lacey.

But her reaction….

He remembered how, back in Portis City, she and Susanna were always glued at the hip.

If she really did bring Susanna here, they’d probably be inseparable 24/7.

Ronald rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. “You know you probably can’t just take her away, right?”

“Huh?” Stella blinked.

“Hull’s not gonna let her go.”

Stella fell silent.

Was it because Susanna had already managed to pickpocket just about everything off Hull the second she met him?

Just thinking about Susanna’s wild antics made Stella’s head hurt.

She hadn’t been there to witness it herself, but knowing Susanna, it was probably something absolutely ridiculous.

“Is it because Hull thinks she’s a spy or something? If that’s the case, I can promise you, there’s really no need to worry. Susie can barely keep up with her own lies, much less anyone else’s.”

When it came to Susanna, Stella would bet her life.

If Susanna were truly that capable, Lacey wouldn’t have needed Stella’s help so much in the first place.

Ronald just sighed. “Hull likes her.”

Stella groaned. “Oh, not this again.”

Honestly, every time she heard that, she had to wonder if it was actually true.

She wasn’t the only one with doubts. Susanna herself couldn’t believe it either.

Right then, Susanna was sitting in her room, nervously clutching her phone.

Normally, as long as she didn’t have to face Hull directly, she could keep her nerves in check…

But now, things were different.

Even when Hull wasn’t around, she felt like she was walking on thin ice.

Peeking out her window, she watched as Hull climbed into his car, several guys with guns piling in after him. Susanna’s heart skipped a beat.

With someone like Hull, it felt like it was only a matter of time before those gun barrels were pointed at her.

She was honestly scared she’d end up full of holes, like a slice of Swiss cheese.

“Susie? Susie?” Stella’s voice crackled through the phone, sounding concerned when Susanna didn’t answer right away.

Snapping out of her panic, Susanna replied, “Sorry, Stella.”

“What’s got you so distracted? I’ve called your name like three times.”

“I… I just saw Hull leave. He had a bunch of guys with him. I’m pretty sure one of them was a sniper.”

Stella sounded confused. “Wait, how do you even know what a sniper looks like?”

“You know, the guy had this really long rifle. Like, from the movies.”

Stella just sighed. Figures Susanna would pick up all her intel from films.

She didn’t know exactly what was going on, but ever since she could remember, Ronald always kept her far away from any serious business. She’d only seen Ronald’s dark side once-and it had taken her ages to recover from it.

After that, he made sure she was never involved.

If Hull was going out in person and even got himself hurt, things in Ferrowland were clearly a lot messier than they looked on the surface. “Stella, I’m scared,” Susanna admitted softly.

“Want me to come get you?”

Susanna froze.

Get her out of here?

Could she even leave? Deep down, she had a sinking feeling that she couldn’t.

Even if she ran, she’d probably just end up right back here.

She sniffled. “If I could, I’d want to run away to someplace where nobody knows me. Somewhere, Hull can’t find me.”

Hull was, hands down, the scariest man she’d ever met.

Stella sighed. “I could help with that, but only for a little while. Your life’s never going to be simple again.”

It sounded harsh, but there was no denying it, Susanna’s world was never going back to normal.

Hearing that, Susanna’s mind started to race. “What… what do you mean?”

Especially that part about “only for a little while.” Her heart sank.

Did that mean her life was going to be on the run from now on?

Whether with Hull or somewhere else…

“Because your mother was the former head of the Black Gate Syndicate,” Stella said, her voice heavy.

And with those words, Susanna’s mind went completely blank, as if someone had just set off a bomb in her head.

Chapter 610

Susanna’s breath caught in her throat. “Star, what did you just say? My mom, she…?”

“You heard me right. She used to run Black Gate,” Stella replied, her voice calm and direct, not mincing words.

On the other end of the line, Susanna’s breathing grew even tighter, sharp and uneven.

Even though Stella had spelled it out so clearly, Susanna still couldn’t wrap her mind around it.

She took a shaky breath. “How could that be? There’s just no way. My mom’s just an ordinary businesswoman, you know that. She couldn’t even make her bakery take off, let alone… this.”

Her voice picked up speed, tinged with panic.

To her, her mother was the kind of person who never had a lot of money, but always managed to get by. In Portis City, her mom’s small catering business was barely a blip on anyone’s radar.

And even if she had some minor reputation, it wasn’t for her business sense; it was more for her knack for making friends and always being at the center of every neighborhood barbecue or PTA event.

But to say that this woman, of all people, used to be the one running Black Gate?

Who could believe that?

Susanna had started to get suspicious lately, but now that she was hearing it for real, her chest felt tight with fear.

Or maybe it wasn’t suspicion so much as dread. Real, bone-deep dread.

Because if her mom was tangled up with Black Gate, then any hope of a quiet, normal life was gone.

That was what Susanna feared most.

Before Stella could say anything, Susanna jumped in again. “Star, you must be mistaken, right? There has to be some mistake.”

There had to be. She knew her mom better than anyone; no way did she have that kind of power.

Stella could tell Susanna wasn’t buying it, and her voice was getting sharper by the second. Stella tried to keep things gentle. “Do you want me to double-check for you?”

“Yes, please, just check again. Right away.”

Stella hesitated. “Honestly…”

Honestly, confirmation was almost beside the point. Coincidences like this didn’t just happen.

“There’s nothing ‘honestly’ about it, Star. Just confirm it please, I need you to confirm it.”

Susanna’s voice trembled.

The truth was, she just couldn’t bring herself to accept what she was hearing.

Stella went quiet for a second.

She could hear the fear in Susanna’s voice—who wouldn’t be scared, finding out their mom was mixed up with something as dangerous as Black Gate?

Just then, before Stella could hang up, her phone buzzed in her hand. She glanced down at the screen.

A message from one of her people. Attached was a photo, an even clearer one than before.

The last time she’d seen a picture, Stella had been pretty sure it was Susanna’s mom, Lacey. But now, with this photo…

“Well, I guess there’s no need to check anymore,” Stella said softly, a hint of regret in her voice.

No matter how desperate Susanna was to cling to denial, the truth was staring them both in the face.

As Stella spoke, Susanna’s breath hitched again. “Star, you—”

“I’m sending you a clearer picture. Take a look for yourself.”

Stella forwarded the photo, and since they were on the phone, Susanna saw the notification pop up right away. She opened it, and with just one glance

Her face went chalk white.

It was her mother. No doubt about it.

On the other end, Stella heard Susanna’s breathing quicken, and tried to soothe her. “Try not to panic, okay? She’s not in as much danger as you think.”

After all, as Ronald had said, someone who could lead Black Gate wasn’t exactly a pushover.

If Lacey really was who they thought she was, that actually made her safer, not less.

Susanna gripped her phone so tightly that her knuckles whitened. “I’ve heard stories about Black Gate… the kind of things they’ve done. People are scared to even talk about it.”

And her Mom-her own Mother, had been right in the thick of it.

The call dragged on for another two hours as Susanna spiraled, worrying about what this all meant. Stella stayed on the line, doing her best to calm her down.

Finally, when Hull came home, Susanna hurriedly ended the call.

He walked in with a cold, hard look on his face, the kind of look that told you whatever he’d been doing, it wasn’t pretty.

Hull tossed something to Silas, a gun. Even from across the room, Susanna could see the blood, fresh and bright, smeared on the barrel.

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Chapter 591

On the way to the courthouse.

Yvonne and Xander had started bickering in the car, and before long, it escalated into a full-blown tussle.

By the time they stepped out of the car, their clothes were a wrinkled mess.

And if that wasn’t enough, Xander had two noticeable scratch marks on his face and a couple more along his neck.

Kyle, seeing them in such disarray, couldn’t help but break into a nervous sweat. “Mr. Schultz, perhaps a change of clothes might be in order?”

Showing up like this to get a marriage license was bound to raise all sorts of questions from the staff inside.

In Ferrowland, the marriage laws were all about freedom.

Yet, looking at these two now, there wasn’t even a hint of freedom, more like they were about to start a bar fight in the courthouse.

Who on earth gets into a fight on the way to their own wedding? They hadn’t even tied the knot yet, and there were already signs of domestic upheaval.

Anyone in their right mind would think, “This marriage is doomed, right?”

Xander shot Yvonne a murderous glare, gingerly touching his stinging neck. The skin there felt like it was on fire.

Clearly, Yvonne had scratched him pretty good.

Not just his neck, but his face too, “You crazy woman, just wait. As soon as this is over, we’re getting a divorce.”

Damn it…

If it weren’t for the current situation, he wouldn’t touch Yvonne with a ten-foot pole. Let someone else deal with her… Yvonne crossed her arms defiantly. “Hmph, right after this, we’re done. Anyone who doesn’t want out is an idiot.” Xander’s heart and lungs felt like they were going to burst with rage.

He didn’t want to waste another word on her, so he strode straight into the building.

Yvonne followed closely behind…

Kyle watched them go and couldn’t help but wonder.

If they actually went through with this wedding, was Yvonne going to cause even more trouble for Mr. Schultz?

The two of them stormed inside with a blaze of fury.

At that moment, the courthouse was filled with couples waiting in line to get married, eyes brimming with anticipation, excitement, and happiness…

None of them had the look of wanting to rip each other to shreds like Yvonne and Xander did.

Kyle had already made prior arrangements here.

They went straight to the window. The clerk took one look at them and paused, bewildered.

Then, regaining her composure, she said, “This is the marriage window. Divorce proceedings are next door.”

With the way they looked, anyone would think they were here to split up, not tie the knot. It was definitely not what you’d expect from a couple getting married.

Xander declared, “We’re here to get married.”

The clerk: “…” Here to get married, looking like this?

She took in Xander’s scratched-up face, his neck, and their rumpled clothes. It was obvious they’d just had a spat before arriving…

Being this incompatibility, was there really any need to get married?

The clerk cleared her throat awkwardly. “Married… really?”

Was there something wrong with her hearing?

They were really here to get married…?

Yvonne huffed, “Yes, married.”

The clerk: “!!!”

This was unbelievable…

Before she could say anything, Yvonne added, “Do we need an appointment for a divorce?”

The clerk: “Huh?”

This wasn’t…

“Folks, this isn’t a playground for your games.”

Coming to get married like this was one for the books. Not even married yet, and already planning a divorce?

Yvonne’s gaze turned icy. “Who said anything about playing games? Do I look like I’m joking?”

The clerk: “…”

Actually, yes, you do.

Xander snapped, “Hurry up, we’ve got other things to do.”

His tone was dripping with impatient menace.

The clerk was completely flabbergasted.

She glanced between Xander and Yvonne, trying to figure out which one of them was being coerced.

But after a long, hard look, it was clear neither of them was a pushover.

“You’re really here to get married?”

Coming to get married looking like this was truly bizarre.

Yvonne retorted, “What? Do we not look like it?”

The clerk: “Honestly, not at all.”

Who gets married like this? Were they trying to lock each other down with vows?

This couldn’t be right, could it?

Usually, when a marriage is on the rocks, both parties are eager to escape.

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However, these two…

Yvonne rolled her eyes. “Alright, the world’s a big place, plenty of people around. Let’s hurry up, I need to get home to my sister.” Star had just come back, and she wanted to spend more time with her.

The clerk was taken aback, “Wait, you’re leaving because you need to find your sister? Is that really your excuse for being ‘busy’?”

The mere mention of ‘sister’ made Xander’s face turn a shade of green with frustration. He shot Yvonne a sharp glare.

The clerk tried to reason with her, “Listen, girl, I think you should calm down a bit. There’s a big power imbalance between men and women, and once you’re married, fights are a whole different ball game. You might not realize, but no department wants to handle those issues.”

He was hinting that Xander might have a tendency toward domestic violence.

Xander wasn’t stupid; he caught on right away. He turned to the clerk with an intense look, “Do I look like some kind of abusive jerk to you?” Clerk: “If I may be so bold: you do.”

“Hey, you—” Xander’s temper flared, and he stood up with a commanding presence.

Kyle, sensing the tension, quickly stepped in. “Mr. Schultz, let’s focus on the wedding first.”

The clerk wasn’t pleased with Xander’s demeanor and noticed security approaching from a distance. He threw his pen down in frustration. “Girl, just tell me, are you being forced into this marriage? I swear, if a woman doesn’t want it, no man can make it happen.”

“Just say the word, and I promise this wedding won’t happen today.”

Xander: “……

Yvonne: “..

Both looked at the clerk with admiration, someone who wasn’t intimidated by Xander was a rare find.

Xander was seething.

The clerk turned to him, “Don’t try to scare me. I’ve seen plenty of abusive men like you. There are countless single men in your situation who aren’t fit for marriage.”

Xander: “You say what?”

“Enough already, we’re here willingly. This is such a hassle.” Kyle quickly handed over Xander’s documents while signaling to Yvonne.

See? He always said the Quinn family had a knack for attracting trouble.

If Stella was a handful, Yvonne was even more so. Stella was practically raised in this environment.

The clerk didn’t reach for the documents, just eyed Xander.

Yvonne sighed and finally opened her bag to get her documents. “Thanks for your help.”

But just as she was about to hand over the documents, a hand reached from behind and snatched them away.

Yvonne: “…” Who was that?

She turned around to face a stranger’s stern face. She didn’t recognize the man, but he was flanked by two tough-looking guys.

Yvonne’s mind went blank… What was happening?

Xander’s eyes narrowed, his hand instinctively reaching for his waist. Kyle quickly stopped him, “Mr. Schultz.”

This wasn’t the place for a scene.

Kyle was unsure of the situation, but was genuinely worried Xander might act rashly.

Having been chased around the world by Ronald, Xander was full of pent-up frustration. Who were these people to provoke a lion nursing a grudge?

Joey glanced at the man holding her documents. “Who are you?”

She instinctively reached out to grab them back.

But the man simply flipped his wrist, keeping the documents out of her reach.

Yvonne: “Hey, who do you think you are?”

“Ms. Quinn, you roughed up our boss. You owe us an explanation,” the man said calmly, though his words were laced with menace.

Yvonne: “!!!”

An explanation? What explanation? What on earth was going on?

Chapter 593

A simple phrase, “Our boss got hit by you,” sent Yvonne’s mind racing. She immediately understood who Manny and his crew were.

When Xander heard it, he relaxed his grip, and Kyle let out a sigh of relief. He’d been genuinely worried that a fight might break out, which would have been bad news for him.

Xander crossed his arms and smirked at Yvonne, clearly relishing the unfolding drama. Yvonne scoffed, “What do you want, an apology?”

Manny, Dan’s right-hand man, removed his sunglasses, his expression icy. “Compensation,” he stated coldly.

Yvonne blinked, taken aback. Kyle echoed her confusion, “Compensation? For what?”

Yvonne couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity. She had knocked Dan out, and now they were asking for compensation? It sounded like a bad joke.

She shot a glare at Xander, “It was your stuff he stole. I only helped you get it back. Now they want compensation? Are you hearing this?”

Xander raised an eyebrow. “How do you propose we compensate?”

Yvonne shifted her attention to Manny, “Yeah, how exactly does that work?”

Manny replied, “Our boss will decide that. Ms. Quinn, would you care to join us for a chat?”

Kyle interjected, “Isn’t this a bit inappropriate? They’re about to get married.”

Xander’s eyes narrowed dangerously, “She’s not going anywhere with you.”

Manny’s face darkened. He was listening to something through his Bluetooth earpiece, and whatever it was, it wasn’t good news.

“Very well then, Ms. Quinn, it seems we have no choice but to insist,” Manny said, drawing a gun.

Yvonne, Xander, and Kyle froze.

This was escalating quickly. It seemed Manny’s group had decided to start trouble regardless of the consequences.

The scene erupted into chaos. Despite Xander’s presence, Manny’s team was formidable, and the situation quickly devolved into a fierce conflict. Yvonne cursed under her breath, frustrated by the whole ordeal. Both Xander and Dan were proving to be insufferable nuisances.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, Stella and Ronald were on their way back to Lugar Castle. Stella, having slept well the previous night, was on the phone with Susanna, discussing a rather pressing issue.

“I checked with my contacts. The former leader of Black Gate was indeed named Lacey, and she was recently taken back by the current leader. Whether she’s your mom, I can’t confirm yet,” Stella explained.

Susanna was anxious. “Hull said the same. Star, you have to help me find out.”

Stella reassured her, “I’ll do my best to get more information.”

Susanna’s anxiety was palpable, especially as she struggled to even get in touch with her mother.

Stella hung up and looked at Ronald, who gave her a comforting nod. “Don’t worry. Hull will handle it,” he said, ruffling her hair affectionately. Stella couldn’t help but worry about Susanna’s predicament, but she knew Hull was capable of managing the situation. Ronald’s confidence in Hull was unwavering.

“Will Hull really help her?” Stella asked, her concern evident.

“Absolutely,” Ronald replied without hesitation.

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Stella glanced at Ronald, her voice trailing off, “But Susie, she…”

Ronald cut her off with a wave of his hand. “Alright, what did you bring for Grandpa this time?”

He deftly shifted the conversation away from Susanna. Ronald knew that Hull would handle the Susanna situation; he was always good at reading Hull’s intentions. If they tried to intervene, Hull would likely be displeased.

“A teapot,” Stella replied with a sigh. “You know that.”

Ronald chuckled, knowing full well the finicky nature of the old man. “Will Grandpa even like what I got him?” Stell fretted, her brow furrowing at the thought.

Grandma was easy to please; she always seemed thrilled with whatever gift Stella brought. But Grandpa was a different story. He was notoriously picky, and he’d make it clear if he didn’t like something. Ronald himself had been on the receiving end of Grandpa’s blunt honesty before.

This time, Stella had returned from Portis City with gifts for everyone, each one carefully selected. Everyone was covered, except for the nagging worry that Grandpa might not appreciate his gift.

Ronald affectionately pinched her cheek, “Don’t worry. Grandpa will love it.”

“Really?” she asked, her voice hopeful.

Ronald nodded confidently. “Hasn’t he always liked what you’ve given him in the past?”

Stella paused, recalling past birthdays back in Ferrowland. Every year, Grandpa seemed genuinely pleased with her gifts.

“But do you think he’ll be mad at me for being away so long?” Stella wondered aloud, her concern shifting.

Ronald smirked. “Afraid of getting scolded now? You should’ve thought of that before staying away so long.”

Stella pouted, remaining silent, knowing full well the truth of his words.

But Ronald didn’t coddle her this time. “If he scolds you, just listen.”

Stella could only hope Grandpa wouldn’t be too harsh on her.

Lottie, before marrying Ronald’s father, had been an only child, doted on by her parents. They loved whatever she loved, and that affection extended to Stella, even though she wasn’t Lottie’s biological daughter. Thanks to Lottie and Ronald’s warm regard, her grandparents treated Stella like their own granddaughter.

Yvonne, too, adored Stella. They had spent time together at the Lugar Castle when Ronald was too busy to care for them. During that period, Grandma had been the epitome of kindness, although Grandpa had been strict with them both. He raised them as if they were his own grandchildren, even treating Stella and Yvonne like boys, with all the toughness that entailed. Yvonne could handle it, but Stella, more sensitive, would often end up in tears when Grandpa got stern.

The buzzing of Ronald’s phone interrupted Stella’s thoughts. He answered, “Hello?”

“Your sister’s been kidnapped,” Xander’s voice came through, laced with anger.

Ronald’s expression hardened. “What happened?”

“Dan’s people took her. You better go get her back yourself,” Xander spat.

Stella’s eyes widened at this revelation. Dan’s people had taken Yvonne?

Ronald’s gaze turned icy. “She left the Quinn family with you. You’re not taking responsibility?”

“I got attacked, too, Ronald! Let me tell you, this isn’t over,” Xander fumed. “I thought once Yvonne’s situation was sorted, we’d be square. But look at this mess!”

Ronald rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. Before he could respond, Xander hung up, leaving Ronald staring at the phone, his expression dark.

Stella asked anxiously, “So, Dan’s people really took my sister? Is she in danger?”

Ronald considered the situation. There was certainly potential for trouble. Recalling Idris’s investigation into Dan, Ronald’s eyes narrowed. “Did Xander also get beaten up by Dan’s guys?”

“Probably,” Ronald replied. Judging by Xander’s fury, it seemed likely.

In Ferrowland, where Xander held sway, getting attacked was indeed unusual, suggesting turbulent times ahead.

“That’s rare,” Stella mused. “In Ferrowland, Xander usually has a free pass. For someone to take him down, it’s kind of a big deal.”

Ronald didn’t reply, instead tousling Stella’s hair fondly. “I’ll take you to Grandma.”

“I want to come with you to find Yvonne,” Stella protested, her voice small.

Ronald’s offer to take her to Grandma made it clear he intended to handle the situation with Yvonne himself. Given Dan’s unpredictable nature, no one could guarantee Yvonne’s safety.

“No way,” Ronald said firmly.

Dan had been closely linked with Mervin Burton lately, a man of deep cunning. Ronald wouldn’t allow someone like that to linger in Ferrowland. Today, something had to be done.

His gaze softened slightly when he saw Stella’s pleading eyes. “Be good, okay?”

“But I’m scared of Grandpa,” Stella pleaded, playing on his sympathy.

Ronald reassured her, “Grandma really wants to see you. No matter how mad Grandpa gets, Grandma will protect you.”

And really, how mad could the old man get, anyway?

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The Lugar family’s castle loomed ahead, a grand and imposing structure nestled amidst rolling hills. As they approached, Ronald tried to reassure Stella about their visit. With a gentle, coaxing tone, he finally convinced her not to accompany him to find her elder sister, Yvonne.

Once the car pulled to a stop, Idris, their loyal chauffeur, gracefully opened the door for Stella. “Miss,” he said with a respectful nod.

Stella gave Ronald a hopeful look, her eyes wide with hesitation. She still wanted to go with him to see Yvonne, but her grandpa could be quite intimidating.

Ronald, with a playful smile, affectionately pinched her cheek. “You’ll be fine, sweetheart.”

“Alright, I guess I’m off then,” Stella replied, her voice tinged with reluctance.

“Go on,” Ronald encouraged, nodding reassuringly.

With a little hesitation, Stella finally stepped out of the car.

The Lugar family’s butler, having been informed of their arrival, was already waiting at the grand entrance. As Stella approached, he greeted her with a formal bow. “Miss, welcome.”

Stella nodded in acknowledgment.

The butler glanced at the departing car. “Master Ronald isn’t joining us? The lady of the house has had the kitchen prepare a feast of your favorite dishes.”

Stella sighed, “Something came up with Yvonne. Let’s head inside.”

The butler nodded in understanding and led Stella inside, with a retinue of house staff following respectfully behind.

Back in the car, Idris glanced at Ronald. “Miss Stella seems quite apprehensive about seeing Mr. Levi.”

Recalling her anxious expression, Ronald couldn’t help but chuckle affectionately. “He won’t bite.”

Stella needed this visit, especially after being away for the past few years. Her grandpa, Mr. Levi, was stern but fair. Even with Ronald present, Stella would still have to answer for her actions.

Idris nodded silently, understanding the old man’s stern demeanor masked a deep love for his family. Still, Stella’s three-year absence was not something that would go unnoticed without a proper explanation.

…

Inside the castle, Stella could hear her grandma gently reminding Mr. Levi, “Lottie called earlier; she mentioned that Star is expecting. Please, go easy on her.”

Stella’s heart skipped a beat. Her mom’s call might not soften him much.

Mr. Levi’s stern voice echoed through the hall, “Hmph, if kids aren’t raised right, who knows what trouble they’ll get into.”

Stella couldn’t help but notice Ronald’s resemblance to Mr. Levi, both in features and commanding presence. Ronald often joked about inheriting his charisma from his grandpa.

Grandma tried to interject, “Now, Levi…”

But Mr. Levi cut her off, still gruff, “Three years without a word. What kind of independence is that?”

Stella winced at the familiar topic of her leaving home. No matter the reasons, three years was a long time, and forgiveness wouldn’t come easily. Standing awkwardly at the entrance, Stella shot the butler a pleading look.

With a gentle smile, he whispered, “Mr. Levi has been quite upset over the years.”

Who wouldn’t be? Their cherished granddaughter had vanished.

Stella pouted silently, feeling the weight of her choices.

Grandma tried again, “Yes, but now’s the time to guide her. She’s grown up and expecting a child.”

Mr. Levi huffed, “This is independence? Sounds more like she’s still in her rebellious phase.”

Grandma wanted to advocate for Stella, but her words seemed to rile Mr. Levi even further. Stella’s heart thudded. This wasn’t going to be easy.

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The butler tried to reassure her, “You know, the old man’s just worried about you. He cares, that’s all.”

Everyone had been looking for her all these years. The longer they couldn’t find her, the more anxious they became.

Old Mrs. Lugar, Lydia, chimed in, “Alright, alright, she’s back now. Let’s not scare her off again.”

“Hmph,” grumbled Levi.

Lydia was concerned that if he kept talking, he might scare Stella. In her mind, Stella was quite timid. If she got frightened again…

Levi sternly asked, “Whose baby is she carrying?”

“I’m telling you, if she’s come back with someone else’s child, she can forget about dinner.”

Talking about pregnancies just seemed to fuel his irritation.

Lydia quickly added, “Lottie said it’s Ronald’s.”

Levi’s demeanor instantly softened, “Oh, well, that’s alright then.”

Stella remained silent.

Once he heard it was Ronald’s, Levi’s anger subsided, and his expression relaxed.

“That’s better. Seems like the girl hasn’t gone completely off the rails.”

Lydia remained silent, rolling her eyes at her husband’s change of heart.

Stella peeked her little head out from the hallway, her eyes searching for Lydia.

That morning, Ronald had styled her hair into a neat little bun. With her head peeking out like that, she looked utterly adorable.

Facing the door, Lydia was the first to notice Stella. She paused, then smiled warmly, “Star?”

Levi turned around at the sound of her voice.

Though he had been quite angry, seeing Stella’s small head with her bangs held up by a pink barrette melted his heart.

Stella sweetly called out, “Nana, Grandpa.”

Her soft, sweet voice was enough to melt anyone’s heart.

Lydia responded with a delighted “Oh!” and hurried over, the grace of her floral dress trailing behind her.

“When did you get here, darling?” she asked, pulling Stella’s small hand into her own. “And why are you alone? Where’s Ronald?” Weren’t they supposed to come together?

Stella replied, “Something came up with my sister, so he went to handle it.”

“Still calling him brother?” Lydia teased affectionately.

Stella bit her lip, looking down, saying nothing.

Lydia continued, “You know, you can’t call him that anymore, right?”

Stella lowered her head further, mumbling, “I’m just used to it.”

“Well, you’ll have to change that habit. He’s soon going to be your husband,” Lydia advised kindly.

Stella and Ronald hadn’t even returned to Portis City yet, but Lottie was already planning the wedding.

For both the Quinn family and the Lugar family, their status in Ferrowland didn’t rely on arranged marriages to strengthen their standing.

Stella had been raised under the guidance of both families since she was little.

Initially, they may not have had any specific intentions, but as Stella grew, her dependence on Ronald and his feelings for her became clear to all the elders.

So eventually, the way they guided her shifted.

Originally treated like any child, she was later raised to be the future matriarch of the Quinn family.

Hearing Lydia’s words, Stella murmured, “I know, Nana.”

“You’re such a darling. But remember, no matter how strong a woman is, it’s okay to show some softness with her husband,” Lydia reassured her. They had looked into her life in Portis City once Ronald found her, and they were pleased. She was tough and never let anyone take advantage of her, which was exactly the direction they’d hoped for.

When Lydia felt how cold Stella’s hands were, she couldn’t help but exclaim, “Why are your hands so cold? Ronald should’ve made sure you wore more layers. You can’t afford to catch a cold now.”

During pregnancy, catching a cold could mean avoiding many medications, and that would be tough.

Stella replied, “I’m wearing enough.”

Chapter 597

After three long years of running, Stella knew she was in for a stern talking-to.

Levi stared at her, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and concern, as if he could chew her out just with his gaze alone.

Everyone had been worried sick about her all those years she was away, scared she’d run into trouble.

Even though they later found out that she held her own against the folks in Portis City, the anxiety had gnawed at their hearts.

Facing her grandfather’s icy stare, Stella quickly averted her eyes. “Grandpa, I know I messed up.”

He huffed, “Hiding away, were you? Scared of just one Xander? Where’s your backbone?”

Stella stayed silent, but it hadn’t been just Xander’s trouble she was dealing with. There were forces lurking, eyeing the Quinn family like wolves.

With Ronald just one distraction away from disaster, she’d been genuinely terrified.

Levi snorted, “What’s the last name of that family in Portis City?”

“Larkin,” she ventured.

“Not them,” he snapped, glaring. The Larkins were nothing.

The way they had treated Stella was appalling, and if any child they taught turned out that way, it was a collective failure.

“The Quarry family?” Stella tried again.

“Exactly,” Levi’s voice was sharp. “If his precious one hadn’t come back, you wouldn’t have really married him, would you?”

Just thinking about how close the wedding had been made Levi’s chest tighten with anger.

Stella mumbled, “She’d come back.”

Levi raised an eyebrow. “And how do you know that?”

“She can’t stand seeing me happy.”

Lydia, who had been listening quietly, exclaimed, “What?”

Levi was speechless. Was that really the explanation she was giving them?

But Stella was telling the truth. She’d been sure Ursula would dash back to Portis City to stop the wedding.

Even if Ursula hadn’t made it, Stella had backup plans. She’d ensured the tide of public opinion turned against the Quarrys and the Larkins. During that time, all the gossip and scandal had drowned Ursula and Yorick, leaving Stella’s name unscathed.

She’d played her cards perfectly.

“Then why’d you try on the wedding dress?” Levi demanded.

To him and Lydia, trying on a wedding dress meant she had feelings for that blond-haired Quarry boy, which was intolerable.

Lydia chimed in, “Yeah, Star, why did you try on the dress? Explain it to us.”

The moment Yorick and the wedding dress were mentioned, Lydia’s demeanor turned serious.

Stella pouted, “The dress was designed by my Sister. I just wanted to try it on.”

Stuck far from home in Portis City, unable to return, she couldn’t resist trying on Yvonne’s creation, feeling a connection to family. Levi’s eyes widened. “Yvonne?”

“Yeah, Yvonne designed it. I just wanted to see how it looked,” Stella explained.

Why did everyone assume she tried it on for Yorick?

With the wedding a week away, anyone would think so.

Lydia and Levi exchanged a glance. “Not for that blond guy?”

Stella quickly denied, “No, no way.”

Yorick wasn’t even blond.

The thought still made her angry. She’d torn the dress to shreds in a fit of rage when Ursula was mentioned and hadn’t even asked for compensation.

Since that car accident, her disdain for Ursula was deep-seated and vicious.

Hearing Stella’s explanation, her Grandparents seemed a bit relieved.

“Fine. But if I find out otherwise, you’re in big trouble,” Lydia warned.

Levi added sternly, “No lying.”

“It’s the truth,” Stella insisted.

Honestly, with Yorick being such a goofball, only Ursula would want to put on a wedding dress for him.

Now, who in Portis City would want to marry him?

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After much persuasion, Levi finally came around.

Yet, with a characteristic huff, he said, “Try to run again, and I’ll break your legs.”

Stella blinked in surprise.

That line sounded just like something Ronald would say.

Well, considering how much time Ronald spent with Levi, it wouldn’t be far-fetched to say Levi practically raised him. It was no wonder Ronald had picked up some of Levi’s traits.

“Alright, alright, don’t scare my Star,” Lydia gently pulled Stella to sit beside her.

Levi remained silent, the interrogation seemingly over.

With a warm, caring smile, Lydia asked Stella, “Is it tough being pregnant? I hear it’s not easy for women.”

Stella replied, “It’s not too bad, Grandma.”

In truth, it was a struggle. Lately, she couldn’t keep anything down. Foods she once adored now made her stomach churn at the mere sight. Even the most ordinary things would suddenly seem repulsive.

But she didn’t want Grandma to worry, so she kept those thoughts to herself.

Meanwhile, at the hospital.

Yvonne sat with a stony expression on a chair next to the hospital bed, her face marked with bruises. Dan, the jerk, really knew how to throw a punch.

The earlier scene was a mess, and even Xander got caught in the fray a few times. Dan had sent his best to retrieve her, and they were the cream of the crop.

Dan sat on the bed, a bowl in hand, silently sipping his oatmeal. He hadn’t uttered a word since Yvonne arrived, and she was growing impatient. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, Yvonne lunged forward and knocked the bowl from his hands.

With a loud crash, the bowl overturned onto Dan’s chest, spilling the remaining oatmeal onto his shirt and the sheets.

Dan shot Yvonne a frosty glare, his eyes glinting with cold fury.

Yvonne, unfazed, brushed the mess off her hands. “Eat, eat, eat. That’s all you do. What, isn’t my time valuable? Must I wait for you to finish? How important do you think you are?”

Thinking of the chaos Dan had caused in Sands City, Yvonne’s anger surged.

What a jerk…

And he wanted her to compensate him? Ha, does he even have the right to ask?

Sitting back in her chair, Yvonne adjusted her wrinkled clothes. “Spill it, how are you going to make up for this?”

She was direct. If compensation was due, she wanted it now. No silent brooding.

If the terms were favorable, maybe she’d consider it. Otherwise, if it upset her…

She’d make sure he regretted it, possibly sending him on his way to meet his maker.

Her casual yet indifferent demeanor only made Dan’s eyes grow colder, a smirk playing on his lips. “Impatient, are we?”

Yvonne rolled her eyes. “Try having your wedding plans interrupted like this and see how patient you’d be.”

At the mention of “wedding,” Dan’s already icy gaze turned glacial.

He let out a harsh laugh. “Wedding? Are you really going to marry Xander?”

His tone was icy, laced with dangerous inquiry.

Yes, Dan’s voice carried a hint of perilous questioning.

Yvonne raised an eyebrow, “What? Did you think I’d wait around for you forever?”

Her response was sharp, leaving Dan speechless.

Dan’s expression darkened further.

Before he could respond, Yvonne continued, “Or tell me, how many women in this world wait for a man forever? And is any man even worth it?” No one was, honestly.

‘Is he even worth it?’ Those words were laden with sarcasm, which might have been directed more at herself than at Dan.

Perhaps she was mocking herself more than anything…

Dan’s expression faltered at her words.

He stared at Yvonne, silent.

Yvonne met his icy gaze head-on. “What? You don’t seem like someone with amnesia to me.”

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She was on her way to the City Hall to marry Xander when suddenly, Dan’s people forcibly took her away.

This didn’t seem like the behavior of someone claiming to have amnesia.

“People close to me say that five years ago, you were head over heels for me,” Dan remarked, looking at Yvonne.

Yvonne just rolled her eyes. “Head over heels for you? Weren’t you the same way about me back then?”

Now that she thought about it, it seemed like a big, fat lie.

Tilting her head slightly, she smirked, “Oh really? And what’s that supposed to mean? Five years ago…?”

Mentioning five years ago made Yvonne’s face turn cold. Memories flooded her mind, especially the ones from her recent trip to Miami.

The image of him whispering sweet nothings to another woman was still fresh. The woman’s gentle smile was like a punch to Yvonne’s gut.

It only confirmed her belief that everything between her and Dan five years ago was a complete joke.

Dan bringing up the past only deepened the chill in Yvonne’s eyes.

They locked eyes, both pairs as icy as the Arctic.

“Until we figure this out, you can’t marry Xander,” Dan declared.

Yvonne scoffed, “Listen to you? Who do you think you are?”

Not until they figured it out? Who gave him the authority to decide?

Dan’s face hardened at her disdainful tone.

Yvonne continued, “If I recall correctly, aren’t you set to marry Aira Wilson soon?”

The exact date slipped her mind, but she had overheard in Miami that it was just a month away.

“Your wedding is imminent. What is there left to figure out?”

“Or why even bother?”

The nerve of him, talking about figuring things out at this point.

Rumor had it in Miami that Dan and Aira were genuinely in love, their relationship spanning five years…..

Five years, meaning he had started seeing her right after leaving New York.

Dan’s face darkened further at the mention of Aira.

“Regardless, you can’t marry Xander right now. Just give it a week to sort everything out.”

Yvonne just stared at him, incredulous. “A week? You think a week is enough to unravel what happened five years ago?”

“And then what?” she asked with a chuckle.

Figure it out, and then what?

“Your relationship with Aira isn’t just about love; it’s tied to family interests, isn’t it?”

Five years… What kind of relationship was that?

No one could understand how Yvonne felt when she first heard about Dan and Aira’s five-year romance.

Two people in love for that long- anything could have happened.

And now he wanted to dig up the past? To what end?

“Are you seriously claiming amnesia?” Yvonne raised an eyebrow at Dan, questioning the credibility of his memory loss. Initially, she didn’t buy it. His memory just conveniently faltering? More likely, he’d go senile.

Dan’s expression only grew sterner at her skepticism.

“You’ll stay with me this week,” he commanded coldly.

Yvonne shot back, “Not a chance.”

He was about to marry someone else, and he expected her to stay by his side for a week? The gossip would never end.

Men, she thought bitterly, were always so selfish.

Seeing her reluctance, Dan’s tone turned even more authoritarian, “This isn’t up to you.”

“Is it up to me then?” came a voice from the doorway.

Ronald stood there, exuding an aura of power and authority. Behind him were Dan’s men, the same ones who had caused a ruckus at the City Hall and forcibly brought Yvonne here.

Yet, here they were, subdued and pinned to the ground by Ronald’s men, who had clearly outmatched them.

Chapter 600

Ronald slowly opened his eyes, casting a quick glance at Dan before shifting his gaze to Yvonne, who was standing by the bed.
“Come here.”
His voice was authoritative, leaving no room for argument.
Yvonne instinctively stood up and hurried over to Ronald. He was her brother, after all.
Xander, the poor guy, always seemed to be getting himself into trouble. But her brother? Nobody dared mess with him. In all of Ferrowland, people would think twice before crossing his path.
Yvonne stood behind Ronald.
Dan narrowed his eyes slightly.
Before Dan could say anything, Ronald spoke, his voice cold but with an edge of mockery, “The Wilson family’s alliance is quite important to you, isn’t it?”
Dan’s expression darkened further.
Ronald continued, “If you don’t want it all to fall apart, leave Yvonne alone.”
With that ominous warning, Ronald turned and left with Yvonne, his presence radiating an unsettling aura.
Dan, sitting on the bed, clenched his fists, his eyes filled with a dangerous glint.
Once they were gone, Manny stumbled into the room, looking disheveled. “Boss, Mr. Quinn showed up so suddenly, we…” “Enough.”
Seeing his top man beaten like this, Dan’s entire demeanor was icy.
Manny was taken aback. “Mr. Quinn’s people are really something. I was taken down in two moves.”
Noticing Dan’s foul mood, Manny hesitated before adding, “Boss, all the troubles we’ve been facing lately… could it be related to Mr. Quinn?” Ferrowland’s Mr. Quinn had quite the reputation. Considering everything that had happened recently, it seemed plausible that Mr. Quinn was making things difficult for them because of his sister.
Dan pondered, “For his sister?”
Manny replied, “Rumor has it Mr. Quinn is fiercely protective. And five years ago, you and Ms. Quinn…”
Manny trailed off, unsure of the details since he hadn’t been with Dan back then. But from what he heard, there had been something between Dan and Yvonne. Dan, however, had lost all memories of that time, and his father had forbidden anyone from bringing up Ferrowland.
And ever since, any dealings with the Quinn family had been less than pleasant.
“Not only is Mr. Quinn protective,” Manny continued, “but Mrs. Lugar dotes on her daughters. The Larkin family’s recent downfall in Portis City is said to be her doing.”
In short, one was a sister’s guardian, the other a devoted mother. The obstacles they faced might not just be Ronald’s doing. Lottie might be involved too…
In the car, Ronald received a call from Stella.
She excitedly shared that she had won over their grandparents.
Ronald listened patiently, then replied indulgently, “They adore you, Stella. They wouldn’t make things difficult for you.”
Stella was the kind of girl who was cherished by the elders.
To Ronald, their grandparents showed Stella more affection than even Yvonne.
Stella sighed, “Grandpa seemed unimpressed with the gift I brought. I guess I didn’t pick the right one again.”
Her complaint was light-hearted, without any real frustration.
Ronald chuckled, “There’s nothing that truly impresses him.”
After all, over the years, who hadn’t grandpa turned his nose up at?
Stella asked, “What about sis? Have you found her yet? When will you be back?”
“Do you miss me?”
Stella teased, “Who said anything about missing you, hmph?”
“Then, should I stay away? Let you play with grandma by yourself?”
“No way.”
Stella sounded panicked.
She didn’t want to be left with Grandma, who would inevitably try to teach her crafts she couldn’t master, only to be scolded for not getting them right.
Hearing her immediate ‘no,’ Ronald could easily picture her flustered face even over the phone.
He laughed softly, “I thought you didn’t miss me?”
“Fine, I do, a lot. Happy now?”
He always knew how to make her say what he wanted to hear.

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Chapter 581

The man smirked, a playful glint in his eyes, “So, you’re not hungry?”

“I really don’t…”

“Hmm?!”

Susanna hesitated, “Well…” Honestly, she was starving.

It seemed like she was always getting herself into trouble around Hull. If it wasn’t accidentally yanking on his belt, it was grabbing his towel.

And she almost pulled down his sweatpants once. Good thing they were elastic or else…

Oh no!!!

If this continued, she had no idea which part of Hull she might accidentally grab next time.

“I feel like I’m your jinx.”

Well, there was no point in arguing. It was probably easier to just admit it. Maybe if Hull realized she was a jinx, he’d keep his distance.

Hull seemed taken aback by her declaration. Despite his usual stoic demeanor, a smile tugged at his lips.

A jinx…

What a reason.

With that, he effortlessly scooped her out of the room like a mother cat carrying a kitten, despite Susanna’s protests, “I, I, I’m really not hungry!” €

In her frantic struggle to escape, there was a sudden ripping sound. Hull’s hurried descent down the stairs stopped abruptly.

And Susanna’s mind went blank as she saw what she had done.

She looked at the piece of fabric in her hand, then at Hull’s shirt, which now had a gaping tear, revealing a rather distracting set of abs. Susanna: “.

“I…

Oh my God!!!

This was the definition of a meltdown. She couldn’t help but wonder: What kind of material is this shirt made of?

How much force did she use? To actually…

With a pained expression, she met Hull’s gaze, “I’m sorry, I’ll pay for it.”

There was nothing more to say.

She’d done it again, this time tearing his shirt.

At this rate, she couldn’t face him anymore or she’d end up pulling his pants down next time…

—

After breakfast, Stella stood up, “Wow, I’m stuffed.”

Ronald raised an eyebrow at her, a hint of reprimand in his voice as he gently pinched her cheek, “I told you not to eat so much, but you wouldn’t listen.”

Lottie overheard and looked concerned.

“Oh dear, feeling a bit full? Why don’t you rest a bit, and I’ll take you for a walk?”

Pregnancy was like that—when cravings hit, you had to indulge, even if it meant feeling uncomfortable afterward.

Ronald chimed in, “I’ll take her.”

He stood up, grabbing Stella’s coat and helping her into it.

Lottie nodded, “If you’re busy, go ahead. The wedding dress is being delivered later, and I’ll help Star try it on.”

She wanted to spend more time with her daughter.

She hadn’t had much of a chance since she had to rush off yesterday for an urgent matter.

At the mention of “trying on the wedding dress,” Stella’s expression shifted slightly.

Especially with Ronald giving her that look, she felt a bit guilty.

Stella cleared her throat, “Well, the one my sister made is really nice, there’s no need to try others.”

Mentioning Yvonne, she wanted to remind Ronald why she had gone to try on wedding dresses in Portis City; it was because she knew the dress was Yvonne’s design. As to why it was in Portis City, she had no clue.

But she could swear…

That time, trying on the wedding dress had absolutely nothing to do with Yorick.

Lottie smiled, “A girl only gets married once, so of course, she should choose her favorite. Let’s try them all.”

Chapter 582

When it came to Yvonne, Lottie had her reservations. She couldn’t help but think her daughter was the type who got excited about something for all of three minutes before moving on. Could she really pull off something impressive?

Lottie didn’t want any regrets at her daughter’s star-studded wedding.

“Alright then,” she conceded, though her tone suggested she wasn’t entirely convinced.

With her Mom’s final word, Stella stayed silent. She felt a wave of gratitude when she remembered the little task she’d asked the butler to handle earlier. Lottie was clearly making sure Stella wouldn’t face any criticism.

She wanted to make it clear to all of Ferrowland that Stella was raised as her daughter-in-law, not merely as a daughter. That way, her relationship with Ronald would be perfectly natural and unquestioned.

Ronald, however, wasn’t ready to leave. “I’ll stay and help her with the fittings.”

Lottie shook her head. “No need. The Doyne family has been causing a stir lately. You should handle that.”

“I’ve already sent someone to deal with it,” he replied, clearly not wanting to leave.

Lottie gave him a skeptical look, her lips pursed.

Stella thought about how busy Ronald must be since returning to Ferrowland. She suggested, “I’ll take photos of each outfit, and you can choose your favorite when you get back. How does that sound?”

Lottie huffed. “Typical.”

Ronald pulled Stella closer with a fond smile. “Alright.”

Stella nodded. “You should go take care of your work.”

During dinner, his phone had buzzed incessantly. It wasn’t that he didn’t need to leave; he just didn’t want to.

Lottie, seeing her son so hopelessly affectionate, decided she’d had enough and quickly slipped away.

The household staff, noticing Lottie’s departure, wisely followed suit.

Once it was just Stella and Ronald, Stella instinctively tried to pull away from his embrace.

But Ronald’s grip around her waist tightened slightly. “Where do you think you’re going, hmm?” She blushed, “Mom was just here a moment ago.”

Her cheeks turned a rosy shade, and she felt the need to maintain some decorum in front of the elder.

Ronald chuckled and leaned closer.

Stella immediately caught on, planting a quick kiss on Ronald’s cheek before attempting to retreat.

But before she could, Ronald’s warm hand gently held the back of her neck.

“Mmm…”

His kiss swallowed the rest of her words.

Stella struggled for just a moment before surrendering to his embrace, allowing him to take what he wanted.

His breath was heavy, his warmth enveloping Stella like a comforting blanket, making her feel as though she was melting into him.

About ten minutes later, when Stella was beginning to gasp for air, she tried to pull away.

Suddenly, a startled “Oh!” interrupted them-Yvonne’s voice broke the moment.

Stella was startled, and as Ronald released her, she nearly stumbled backward.

Quick as a flash, Ronald caught her, pulling her back into his arms. “Still so clumsy, huh?”

Yvonne stood at the door, covering her eyes, babbling apologies, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Stella’s face was as red as a ripe tomato, and she buried herself deeper into Ronald’s chest, not wanting to show her face.

Sensing her embarrassment, Ronald shot Yvonne a cold look. “Well, aren’t you leaving?”

Yvonne blushed, flustered. “Oh, right, I’m going, I’m going… But seriously, could you not do that here? Do you expect me not to have eyes?”

Chapter 583

Yvonne quickly turned around, covering her eyes, but in her haste, she ended up bumping right into the wall.

“Ouch!” she winced, letting out a small whimper of pain.

Stella heard the thud and cringed instinctively. Just from the sound, she could tell it hurt.

She tried to wriggle out of Ronald’s embrace to go check on her sister, but Ronald tightened his arms around her.

“Stella, your sister’s fine,” he said.

“But she fell!” Stella protested, concern etched on her face.

“Trust me, she’s used to it,” Ronald assured her.

Stella blinked in disbelief. Sure, Yvonne was always at the gym, sparring and getting bruised up. But still, she was her sister!

Meanwhile, Yvonne could hear their conversation from where she stood, rolling her eyes even though she couldn’t see the couple. She felt like she was intruding on a moment so sweet it made her teeth ache. It was time to make a swift exit.

Stella squirmed in Ronald’s arms, her cheeks flushed. “You can’t be doing this all the time.”

Ronald chuckled softly, “Doing what?”

“You know, being all… cuddly when there are people around,” Stella replied, her voice almost a whisper.

“Sweetheart, with our big family, there are always people around,” he teased.

Stella let out a small huff. Ronald was impossible sometimes.

Originally, Ronald was supposed to stick around to see Stella try on her wedding dress, but then Idris called. Whatever was said on the other end of the line made Ronald’s expression harden.

After he hung up, he softened his gaze back on Stella. “Make sure to take lots of pictures,” he said gently.

“Of course,” Stella nodded, not prying further.

Ronald placed her gently to the side, kissed her forehead, and left without another word. As he turned away, his eyes darkened with a hint of anger.

Outside, Yvonne was on her phone. She had planned to head back to her room, but Xander called.

“So, should I pick you up, or are you coming to the courthouse on your own?” Xander’s voice came through the line.

Yvonne’s eyes widened. “What?! You can’t be serious!”

She had thought about disrupting Stella and Ronald’s plans by joking about marrying Xander to cause chaos, but now that Xander seemed to take it seriously, she was at a loss.

“What’s your game here, Xander?” she demanded, suspicious of his intentions. He was always up to something.

“Game? Weren’t you the one insisting on marrying me yesterday?” he replied nonchalantly.

“Seriously? If I actually said I wanted to marry you, would you even dare?” Yvonne huffed, irritated. She knew he was just using this as leverage because he had been meddling with her sister’s relationship.

Frustrated, she ended the call abruptly.

Turning around, she found Ronald emerging from the house.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, Ronald’s expression was unreadable. Yvonne felt a bit uneasy, given the sweet moment she had witnessed earlier.

“Hey, bro,” she greeted awkwardly.

Ronald approached her, stopping just in front, reaching out a hand. Yvonne, on instinct, took a small step back.

Chapter 584

“What happened?”

Ronald’s warm fingertips brushed gently over her neck, his voice low and soothing. “Who did this to you?”

“Huh?”

Hearing Ronald’s question, Yvonne instinctively touched her neck, feeling the faint bruise.

“Did you go see Dan?”

Yvonne fell silent, her thoughts instantly flashing back to that infuriating encounter. Mentioning Dan was like poking an open wound.

Yes, during their scuffle last night, while others might not have noticed, Yvonne could clearly feel it. Dan wasn’t holding back at all; each move was calculated to hurt.

That’s why, in the end, she hadn’t held back either, knocking him out cold. It was laughable, really.

Once upon a time, Dan had been the man she cherished, the one whose memories she held dear. But now, he had turned on her with such ferocity. Wasn’t it just absurd?

Yvonne took a deep breath. “I went to get something from him.”

“Xander’s file, right? Do you really think retrieving it will make any difference?”

Yvonne sighed. “I doubt it. But Xander’s been hounding me for it like a madman.”

It was clear from Xander’s demeanor yesterday-if she didn’t get that file back, he wouldn’t let it go.

“Did you manage to get it?”

“No,” Yvonne admitted, a hint of frustration in her voice. “I knocked Dan out, but he didn’t have the file on him.”

Dan must have been tougher than she expected. Even after she beat him like that, he refused to give up the file, leaving her with Xander breathing down her neck.

“Don’t go looking for him again,” Ronald advised.

Yvonne paused, then nodded. “Yeah, I won’t.”

Though the words seemed simple, they carried a weight of unspoken determination. It was time to let go, to release the burden she’d carried for so long.

The man she once treasured had become a stranger. Holding onto a mistaken affection was pointless. It was time to move on.

Ronald left, and Yvonne turned back into the house where Stella was still lounging on the couch. As soon as Yvonne entered, she saw Stella perched on the sofa, eyeing her expectantly.

From Yvonne’s perspective, Stella looked like a guilty kitten, her little paws resting on the couch, waiting for approval. Yvonne had planned to tease her a bit, but seeing Stella’s vulnerable expression, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

“Alright, I know Ronald was giving you a hard time. Don’t worry, it’s not like we’re blood relatives.”

What mischief could a little sister possibly cause?

Yvonne ruffled Stella’s hair playfully. “If he bothers you again, just let me know… or maybe not.”

If anyone else bullied Stella, Yvonne would step in to defend her. But with Ronald, there wasn’t much she could do. Stella noticed Yvonne’s tousled hair and reached out to fix it. “Did you really fight Dan last night?”

Yvonne nodded. “Yeah, we did.”

“Did you win?”

This was what Stella truly cared about, though she was worried seeing Yvonne’s disheveled state. Before Yvonne could answer, Stella spotted the marks on her neck. “Oh my gosh, did he choke you?” “No, this was Xander,” Yvonne clarified.

In fairness, she wasn’t about to falsely accuse Dan. He hadn’t laid a finger on her neck.

Chapter 585

As soon as Stella heard it was Xander, her anger flared up even more.

Clinging to Yvonne’s arm, she whined, “Sis, you shouldn’t be getting into fights. You could get hurt.”

“Ahhh… let go!”

Stella blinked, “Huh?”

Yvonne winced, “Ow, that really hurts.”

Stella’s eyes widened in alarm. She quickly let go of Yvonne and backed up a step, scrutinizing her from head to toe. “Where are you hurt?”

Yvonne’s face was twisted in pain as she gingerly squeezed her own arm, only making things worse. “Ouch-no, it really hurts.”

Stella’s concern deepened. “You’re really hurt? Let me see.”

“No, don’t touch me,” Yvonne gasped, her face pale. “It really hurts.”

Stella was on edge, eyes darting for any sign of serious injury.

Lottie walked in to find Stella carefully trying to help Yvonne out of her jacket, while Yvonne’s face was contorted in pain.

“What on earth happened here?” Lottie demanded, her tone stern as she approached them, a hint of exasperation in her gaze.

Despite her authoritative demeanor, Lottie was every bit the worried mother. Whenever Yvonne got into scrapes, she was always frustrated, even though she knew she couldn’t always keep herself in check.

“Mom, I think Yvonne’s hurt,” Stella said, her voice shaky.

Seeing her mother, Yvonne immediately put on a pitiful expression. “Mom, I got beat up.”

Usually tough and unyielding, her sudden vulnerable act sent shivers down Lottie’s spine, raising goosebumps.

“Oh, cut it out,” Lottie said, clearly taken aback by Yvonne’s unexpected softness.

Yvonne quickly wiped away the tears that had gathered in her eyes and muttered, “You never say anything when Star acts like this.”

Whenever Star acted coy, their mom would turn all soft and gentle.

Stella just stood there, speechless.

Lottie sighed, pressing her fingers to her temples. “It’s not the same, Yvonne. Have you seen how rough you look right now?”

Yvonne and Skye both had that sun-kissed look. Yvonne was slightly less tanned than Skye, who spent most of her time outdoors and had a deep tan. Yvonne, indulging in some vanity, had managed to lighten her skin a bit over the years, but it was a losing battle.

Yvonne pouted, “Fine, I’m dark. Hey, Star, what kind of skin cream do you use?”

Stella blinked, “Uh, I don’t use any.”

Yvonne was taken aback. Stella really didn’t bother much with skincare. Yvonne had planned to borrow whatever Stella was using to try and lighten up a bit herself. But now, she figured, why bother? She was past caring about such things.

Lottie stepped closer, “Let me see, where are you hurt? Who did this?”

She might be exasperated, but Yvonne was still her daughter. No matter her complexion, if someone had hurt her, it was unacceptable.

Yvonne hesitated but then gingerly removed her jacket to show Lottie. The process had her gritting her teeth in pain. Her shoulder was bruised, a nasty patch of blue, and there were marks on her neck, her hair a tangled mess.

Lottie’s breath hitched, her anger simmering beneath the surface. “You…”

She took a deep breath. “Who did this?”

Yvonne sighed, “Xander.”

Lottie was at a loss. That kid. Xander was a whole other issue. He had never been good with words, and years ago, his inability to explain things had led to this mess.

“Xander,” Lottie said, shaking her head. “You need to stop getting into fights with him.”

Chapter 586

Stella: “What the…?!”

Wait, are we not having a showdown here?

Just a moment ago, seeing the bruises on Yvonne’s arms, Mom was all set to give someone a talking-to.

And now… this?

Yvonne pouted, “Mom, come on, it was him who picked a fight with me yesterday.”

“And I was the one who got punched by Xander. You’re telling me not to fight back with Xander? What’s up with that?”

Why does that just not sit right with me?

Not fight back with Xander?

Was it my fault? Yesterday, Xander looked like he was ready to tear me apart.

Was I supposed to just stand there and take it without fighting back?

“Mom, you’re playing favorites.”

Lottie: “Hey, weren’t you just saying yesterday that you wanted to marry Xander?”

“Yeah, I did say that, but now things are a bit more complicated.”

“I feel like Xander is up to something; he’s definitely plotting something against me.”

Just then, Xander walked in from outside, catching her words. He paused for the briefest second.

Stella was the first to notice him, her face turning a shade darker, and she quickly tugged at Yvonne’s sleeve.

Yvonne was still ready to argue her case to her mom.

But with Stella pulling her like that…

Yvonne: “Ugh, stop pulling me, I’m not done talking.”

What’s there to hide?

She’s not lying; it was Xander who picked the fight yesterday.

What’s Mom implying? Like, she marched up to Xander for a brawl.

Well, okay, she used to…

But that was before she knew the truth.

“It’s jerk Xander,” Stella whispered quietly.

Lottie: “Star, you…”

With stubborn kids, it’s like banging your head against a wall.

Lottie shot Stella a look, and Yvonne couldn’t help but chuckle at the mention of “jerk Xander.”

“Yeah, exactly, jerk Xander, he’s…”

“He’s here.”

Stella interjected again.

Though her voice was soft, Xander’s face had turned as dark as a burnt toast.

Yvonne: “…”

Lottie: “…”

Hearing Stella’s words, they all turned to look at the doorway, and the moment they laid eyes on Xander… Lottie’s expression froze instantly.

Yvonne: “!!!”

This guy… He just called and said he was heading to the courthouse, and now he’s here? What’s his game?

Lottie finally snapped out of it, warmly calling out, “Xander, you’re here.”

Xander nodded, glancing at the disheveled Yvonne sitting on the couch. “I’m here to take Yvonne to get married.” Stella, Yvonne: “…”

Lottie was momentarily taken aback.

Last night, Ronald had filled her in on the situation.

She thought it was just young folks messing around, but what’s this now?

Before Lottie could respond, Yvonne burst out, “Who wants to marry you? Not in a million years.”

“Yvonne, you were the one who said you’d marry me yesterday. I’ve got it on recording, come on, listen for yourself.”

With that, Xander pulled out his phone and hit play.

The recording played Yvonne’s emphatic, “I do.”

Those three words were said with such determination.

Anyone listening might think Yvonne had been head over heels for Xander for years, finally getting her fairytale ending. Hearing the recording, Yvonne was dumbfounded… No way, this guy? In that situation, he had the nerve to record it? He missed his calling as a spy, seriously.

Lottie listened to the recording and turned to Yvonne, “You said you’d marry him?”

“No, I…”

“But you sounded so happy when you said it.”

Yeah, that’s what Lottie heard in Yvonne’s tone on the recording.

Yvonne’s mouth twitched, “I wasn’t, I really wasn’t.”

Happy? That was totally more like gloating.

Chapter 587

Lottie and Xander headed straight to the study.

Meanwhile, Stella was helping Yvonne get dressed, while Yvonne was grumbling under her breath.

“That shameless Xander, can you believe how much time he has on his hands? Who would’ve thought he’d record the conversation?”

In that situation, who in their right mind would think to hit the record button?

“But Xander did…”

Yvonne muttered, “What a jerk.”

She was fuming.

Stella shrugged, “Well, you said it yourself, he’s shameless. Who knows what he plans to do with the recording?”

Yvonne’s face darkened at Stella’s suggestion.

Yeah, what was Xander planning with that recording?

Stella speculated, “Trying to blackmail your brother?”

Yvonne clapped her hands together. “Exactly! He was chatting with Ronald back then, so the recording must have been about him.”

She started piecing it together.

When she went over, it was just Xander and Ronald in the study. What else could he be recording for, if not to get something on Ronald? Hearing this, Stella paused.

Then she picked up the phone, “I need to call my brother.”

What was Xander up to, recording a private conversation with Ronald?

That’s not something a normal person would do.

The call connected quickly.

“Is the wedding dress here?” Ronald asked.

“Not yet,” Stella replied.

Ronald chuckled softly, “So, you miss me? I’ve only been gone half an hour.”

His voice was tender and teasing, causing Stella to blush and glance at Yvonne, who was giving her a look of mock exasperation.

Stella quickly turned away, covering the phone with her hand. “No, that’s not it.”

“Oh? Then what is it, Star?”

“Xander came around asking my sister to marry him and played a recording,” Stella explained, cutting to the chase.

If he kept flirting, Yvonne might actually start crying.

Even though she pretended not to care about Dan, Stella remembered how Yvonne looked when she returned-hair a mess, clothes damp.

Clearly, she’d spent quite some time outside…

Even the strongest have their sensitive spots.

Dan had been a part of her life for so long; how could she not care at all?

Ronald’s voice grew serious. “What recording?”

“Xander was saying my sister wouldn’t want to marry him, but then suddenly there was her voice saying she would.”

“We suspect that when Xander spoke with you, he recorded it. Only you know what was said, but he’s likely trying to blackmail you.”

Stella summed it up succinctly.

Ronald listened, his eyes narrowing. Xander had recorded their conversation?

Behind his glasses, his eyes turned cold.

“Don’t worry, he wouldn’t dare.”

Xander is trying to blackmail him?

That would mean he’s not enjoying his time in Ferrowland, when all he ever wanted while in Patrina was to return to Ferrowland. Stella advised, “Just keep an eye on him. Even if he explained everything to you and Mom, my sister and I still don’t trust him.” Ronald had vouched for Xander, but Stella wasn’t buying it, and neither was Yvonne.

The incident back then had been chaotic. Xander’s story might fit, but too much time had passed, and many details were fuzzy. Ronald reassured her, “I understand.”

“Alright, I’ll let you go.”

“Okay.”

As the call ended, Ronald’s expression remained cold. He removed his glasses, massaging his temples.

“Has Xander’s story been verified?” he asked Idris.

Idris nodded, “Yes, it checks out.”

Ronald put his glasses back on, but the chill in his gaze lingered.

Idris hesitated, “Are you really going to let Miss Yvonne marry Mr. Schultz?”

“Yvonne has a mind of her own. She’ll make Xander’s life a living hell.”

Idris’s mouth twitched.

No kidding.

Xander’s sudden proposal to Yvonne had everyone questioning his motives.

But he seemed to have forgotten one thing during his time in Patrina: Yvonne and Skye were Ferrowland’s most notorious troublemakers.

If Xander thought marrying Yvonne would cover something up, he was sorely mistaken.

Yvonne might just turn his life upside down. Marrying her wasn’t a cover; it was inviting chaos.

—

Back at the Quinn family estate.

Just as Stella hung up with Ronald, Susanna called.

Over the phone, Susanna assured Stella that she hadn’t done anything rash.

Stella praised her, “Good job, that’s exactly how you should handle it.”

In Stella’s opinion, Susanna’s past antics in Hull were due to her being too proactive.

In Portis City, Susanna would have known all the tricks without Stella needing to say a word.

But in Hull, it seemed she was genuinely startled.

However, she overlooked one crucial detail-they were living under the same roof…

Just a moment ago, Susanna claimed she hadn’t done anything, but then she added, “I ripped Hull’s clothes.”

Her voice carried a note of despair through the phone.

Stella paused, “Wait, what?”

Susanna’s sudden confession left Stella stunned for a few seconds, her mind spinning.

Images of belt buckles, towels, pants, and shirts flashed in her mind.

“You managed to strip Hull of nearly everything he had on.”

Susanna’s despair was palpable, and Stella couldn’t help but feel a twinge of secondhand embarrassment.

Susanna groaned, “Don’t even start. I was completely out of it, just like that time in Mist Bay.”

“I swear, anyone who doesn’t know the whole story might think I’m head over heels for him or something. But honestly, no matter how much I try to explain, it’s like talking to a brick wall. Ugh…”

Chapter 588

As Susanna kept talking, her emotions spiraled out of control until she finally broke down into tears. Stella sighed, “Is this what you call being clear? You’ve gone and done everything you shouldn’t have.”

Honestly, she couldn’t blame anyone for not believing Susanna.

Right now, Stella was suspicious… “Sis, just be straight with me. Do you have a thing for Hull? Was all of this on purpose?” Stella couldn’t help but wonder if Susanna had developed feelings for Hull and if all her actions were intentional.

That one question, “Was it on purpose?” sent Susanna on the other end of the call into a fit, her voice rising in protest.

“By all that’s holy, I swear it wasn’t on purpose!”

Stella was left speechless.

She figured Susanna probably hadn’t done it on purpose, but still…

“Weren’t you told? Don’t do anything, just chill.”

Stella was exasperated, feeling utterly defeated. Back in Portis City, Susanna never seemed this reckless. But now? Her level of carelessness was off the charts.

Susanna protested, “I really didn’t do anything.”

“If you did nothing, why were you tearing Hull’s shirt off?”

“I wasn’t tearing, I was ripping.”

“Is there a difference?” Stella snapped, getting more frustrated.

To her, there was no difference whatsoever.

Susanna, sounding a bit sheepish, replied, “Well, there is…”

Stella was left at a loss for words.

She suddenly realized how difficult communication with Susanna was.

“Just avoid him, okay? If you don’t like him, don’t see him. Unless, of course, you do like him…”

“I don’t like him, I’m terrified!”

With those three intimidating men around, who would like that? It was downright frightening.

Stella sighed, “Then just don’t see him, please. If you really piss him off, I can’t guarantee your safety.” After all, Hull was someone important to Ronald and held a certain status in Ferrowland.

Stella feared that if Susanna pushed Hull too far, things could get… well, scary.

Even though Ronald had mentioned that Hull might like Susanna, Stella found it hard to believe.

After giving Susanna a good talking-to, Susanna sounded pitiful, “I didn’t want to see him, either.” Stella was at a loss for words again.

If she didn’t want to see him, then how did she end up in a situation where she tore his clothes?

Rubbing her forehead, Stella felt a headache coming on.

“Alright, let’s not talk about this anymore.”

Stella was always on edge whenever she discussed Susanna and Hull’s situation.

Just as she was about to ask Susanna if she needed someone to fetch her, ready to do so herself if necessary, Susanna spoke up first, “Let’s talk about my mom.”

Stella paused.

“Have you confirmed anything for me?” Susanna asked, clearly anxious about news of her mother.

Stella replied, “We’re still working on it. Let me make a call and check.”

“Okay, please do,” Susanna said before ending the call.

Yvonne, who was nearby, looked at Stella and asked, “Your friend?”

Stella nodded, “Yeah.”

It was always the same. Over the phone, Susanna sounded scared to death, yet when Stella went to get her, she refused to leave.

Yvonne gave a knowing smile, “No wonder you’ve been away so much these past years. You’ve got some confidante out there.”

Stella defended herself, “Didn’t you tell me before to make more friends when I’m out? That way, when things get tough, I can find someone to help.”

Yvonne shrugged, “I meant at school.”

“It’s all the same,” Stella retorted before quickly dialing to check on Lacey’s situation.

As expected, things weren’t progressing smoothly, especially since it involved the notorious Black Gate. Nothing was ever simple with them.

As the conversation continued, several racks of wedding dresses arrived, each filled with a variety of styles.

Yvonne’s eyes widened at the sheer number of dresses. “What’s wrong with the wedding dress I made?”

Stella replied, “Mom said a girl only gets married once, so I should choose the one I love most. She wants me to take my time and look around.”

“I used to believe a girl only got married once,” Yvonne said with a skeptical chuckle. “But now, who knows?”

Stella was taken aback. “What do you mean?”

Lottie and Xander descended the stairs at that moment, overhearing Yvonne’s comment. Lottie’s face darkened. Stella and Yvonne turned to face them, with Stella greeting, “Mom.”

Yvonne pursed her lips, “I’m just stating a fact. Didn’t Xander’s cousin, Daisy Schultz, just get divorced recently?” “You…” Lottie was visibly upset.

She didn’t want to continue this line of conversation. It was ill-timed and inappropriate, especially when someone was about to get married. Lottie turned to Yvonne and declared, “You, go and get your marriage license with Xander right away.”

Both Stella and Yvonne were stunned.

Yvonne couldn’t believe her ears. She wondered if she had misunderstood her mom.

“Mom, what do you mean by that?”

Get a marriage license with Xander?

For goodness’ sake, that’s a marriage license! You don’t just get one on a whim.

Especially with Xander acting so strangely yesterday, Yvonne was beginning to suspect he had ulterior motives. Now, more than ever, she felt she shouldn’t rush into anything with him. It might turn out to be a huge mistake. Stella, too, was taken aback by Lottie’s sudden decision. “Mom, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

She had spoken out of anger before, suggesting she’d marry Xander, but she hadn’t meant it.

And yesterday, when her mom heard she wanted to use marriage to get back at Xander, she had been furious. So why was she agreeing to it now…?

Chapter 589

Nobody really knew what Xander and Lottie discussed in the study, but somehow, he agreed to it.

Lottie turned to her daughter, Stella. “Sweetheart.”

“Mom, it’s just not right. Yesterday, when he talked to my brother in the study, he even recorded the conversation! He’s really sneaky.”

Who records conversations during a friendly chat?

Just from this, you could tell something was off with Xander.

Hearing Stella call him ‘sneaky’, Xander felt a pang of frustration deep in his gut.

These folks were acting like he was the only one who had messed up back then, pinning all the blame solely on him.

Lottie said firmly, “Hush now, we’ll talk later.”

Stella pressed her lips together.

Yvonne chimed in, “Sweetheart’s right, he is sneaky.”

Xander was fuming now and snapped at Stella, “So, are you marrying me? It doesn’t matter, you’re my fiancée anyway.”

Stella remained silent.

Lottie sighed.

But Yvonne wasn’t having any of it. “Hey, you shameless guy! Sweetheart is pregnant! With my Brother’s child, and you’re still thinking about her.

She had seen her fair share of shameless people over the years, but Xander was something else.

Was he so desperate that he had to latch onto a pregnant woman?

Xander turned to Yvonne, “Then are you marrying me?”

Yvonne’s eyes widened in shock.

Yesterday, she might have thought about using that strategy to mess with Xander.

But seeing him now, she suddenly felt a bit apprehensive and didn’t want to take the risk.

She huffed, “I’m not marrying you either.”

Xander glared at her, choosing to say nothing.

Lottie spoke up, “Alright, it’s just about getting a marriage certificate, not about walking through fire.”

Yvonne protested, “Mom, there’s something off about him.”

Let’s be rational here, okay?

Yvonne could tell that her mother felt guilty about what happened three years ago, and this was her way of making amends.

“Come on, even if you want to make it up to him, don’t use me, alright? I am your daughter, after all.”

Lottie felt a headache coming on. “It’s not about making it up; it’s just helping someone out. Hurry up and go.”

“Help? Help with what?”

Yvonne was puzzled.

Stella looked over at Lottie and then at Xander.

Help, huh?

She wasn’t buying it.

Even Yvonne didn’t believe it at this point.

Every word Xander said seemed loaded with ulterior motives.

You never knew when you might get caught in his trap; he was sly like that.

Yvonne shot Xander a glance. “What do you need help with?”

“It’s inconvenient to say,” Xander replied.

Yvonne was taken aback. “Hey…”

Lottie cut her off, “Yes, it’s inconvenient.”

Yvonne and Stella exchanged looks, stunned.

Hearing the exchange between Lottie and Xander, the two sisters glanced at their mom.

Then they turned their attention to Xander.

Yvonne, exasperated, rubbed her hands together. “This isn’t right. You’re asking for my help but can’t tell me why?”

Lottie nodded. “Yes, it’s inconvenient. Now, hurry up and go.”

With that, she practically handed Yvonne over to Xander.

And Xander wasted no time, taking Yvonne out the door.

Stella wanted to say something, but Lottie held her back. “Mom.”

“Alright, don’t you worry about your sister’s affairs.”

Lottie’s tone softened, a hint of resignation creeping in now that Yvonne was out of earshot.

Stella insisted, “But Xander isn’t a good guy.”

Lottie gave her a pointed look. “What do you know about judging people at your age?”

Stella pouted.

Lottie, seeing her daughter like this, felt a wave of exasperation. “Alright, alright, Xander won’t harm her. The one we should really worry about is Dan. Now, he’s the real bad guy.”

That scoundrel…

Daring to mess with her daughter, she needed to figure out how to deal with him.

Chapter 590

Did she think Lottie was running a charity or something?

When Lottie mentioned Dan, a flicker of concern crossed Stella’s eyes.

That man had occupied a space in Yvonne’s heart for so many years.

Back then, she nearly lost her mind over him…

Yvonne seemed fine now, but who knew what she was really going through inside?

Maybe the more you pretend everything’s okay, the more you’re hiding.

—

Ronald came back from his errands to find Stella exhausted, sitting on the couch still in her wedding dress.

A maid handed her a freshly squeezed glass of orange juice. “Miss, have some juice and take a break.” Stella nodded. “Thanks.”

She usually liked the taste of orange juice, but today it tasted off.

After a couple of sips, she handed it back.

“What’s wrong, miss? Did we make it too strong today?” the maid inquired.

Stella shook her head. “I just don’t feel like drinking it. It tastes weird.”

Pregnant women often have heightened senses of taste and smell. What used to be a perfectly fine glass of juice now had a strange flavor to her. When Ronald returned, the maid greeted him with respect, “Sir.”

Ronald waved her away, signaling everyone else who’d been helping Stella with her dress to leave as well.

Left alone with Stella, he sat down next to her and pulled her into his arms.

“Tired?” he asked.

Nestling into him, Stella found a comfortable spot. “Yeah. How come you’re back so soon?”

“Finished up early. Where’s Mom?” he replied.

“Got a call and left in a hurry. She was supposed to help me with the dress, but got busy.”

Everyone in the family seemed so busy all the time, except her. She felt like she was just there to eat and relax.

She had been, and still was.

Ronald ruffled her hair, and Stella snuggled closer. “Do we really have to let Yvonne marry that scoundrel, Xander?”

“Why?” she questioned, still puzzled by the change of plans.

To her, Xander was nothing but trouble.

Ronald sighed. “He’s got some issues right now, and Yvonne’s helping out.”

“What kind of issues?”

Stella didn’t quite get it. Forced marriages were unheard of in the Schultz family. After all, three years ago, the Quinn family had a major fallout, which affected the Schultz family too.

During that time, Xander almost severed ties with the Schultz family. To this day, he hadn’t visited once, and Old Mr. Schultz, Samuel, acted like he didn’t have a son named Xander.

So, the idea of rushing into marriage seemed out of the question for the Schultz family.

“Enough questions,” Ronald said. “Let them handle it.”

Stella pouted. “What do you mean by ‘enough’? I’m not a kid anymore, and I’m having your baby!”

He still treated her like a child.

Well, three years ago, when she left, she might have been one in his eyes.

Her whole life, the Lugar family had shielded her so well.

Everyone still saw her as a kid, so naturally, she wasn’t involved in important decisions.

Listening to her playful grumbling, Ronald chuckled. “Alright, alright, you’re all grown up, soon to be Mom.”

“Then stop calling me a kid,” Stella retorted with a huff.

Amused by her pouty face, Ronald affectionately pinched her nose. “Want to keep trying on dresses?”

She shook her head. “No way, I’m exhausted.”

Trying on dresses could wear a person out!

“Then change out of it. Let’s head over to Grandma’s for dinner,” Ronald suggested.

“Back to the Lugar family house?”

“Yep,” he nodded.

A smile spread across Stella’s face. She missed her Grandma and Grandpa.

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Chapter 571

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.

“Not talking?”

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?

With a sardonic laugh, Stella said, “Wow, you’ve got some skills. Why not use those connections to marry into the Quarry family? Wouldn’t that solve everything?”

Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

Ursula was indeed adept at navigating social politics, and even though the Quarry family elders weren’t fond of her, Stella couldn’t believe Ursule hadn’t charmed some of the trusted inner circle.

Thinking back to Ursula’s arrogance when she returned to Portis City, Stella had assumed her arrogance was matched by her tenacity. But now? This was it?

Meanwhile, Ursula, shivering and exhausted under a large oak tree outside the Quarry estate, was in a sorry state. Despite her anger at Stella’s mockery, she dared not show it. “Stella, I really know I was wrong. Can you please help?”

“Everything was my fault before. Could you call Mrs. Quarry and ask her to ease up on me? Please?”

To Ursula, Stella was her only hope.

The Larkin family was no refuge now. Cloudia was still detained, and Jaxon Larkin’s attitude had turned cold. Even her aunt, the one person who should’ve been her ally, had proved unfaithful.

Only Yorick..

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.”

Chapter 572

Stella sat on her bed, her mind whirling from the awkward call she had just ended. “Seriously? Who even talks like that?” she muttered under her breath, feeling grateful she had hung up and blocked the number. As she tried to shake off the unpleasant conversation, a knock sounded at her door. “Star, it’s Mom,” Lottie called from the hallway.

Stella instinctively moved to open the door, but the sound of running water from the bathroom froze her in place. Her face flushed with panic. Sure, her mom was okay with her and Ronald dating, but having him in her room, fresh out of the shower? That was another story entirely.

Caught in a dilemma, she hesitated, unsure if she should answer or pretend to be asleep. Just then, the water stopped, and Ronald emerged, towel wrapped around his waist and another in his hand, drying his hair. He raised an eyebrow at her, noticing the phone still clutched in her hand. “Who called?

Before she could respond, Lottie’s voice came again, softer this time, “Star, are you there?”

Stella glanced from the door to Ronald, who seemed completely unfazed. He casually continued drying his hair and moved to answer the door. Her eyes widened in alarm.

Lottie, preparing to walk away after receiving no response, was startled when the door suddenly opened. She turned to see Ronald, looking freshly showered, and blinked in surprise.

“Ronald, what are you doing here?” she demanded, glancing past him. to where Stella sat, fully dressed and with dry hair.

Catching on, she fixed Ronald with a stern look. “You rascal!”

Ronald, unfazed, asked, “Is there something you need?”

“Yes, a word with you. Outside, Lottie insisted, gesturing for him to step out. She paused, eyeing his attire, or lack thereof. “And put some clothes on first.”

Ronald nodded, heading next door to his room to change before joining Lottie in the study. As he walked in, he could see she was still fuming.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, genuinely puzzled.

“What’s wrong? You should know better?” she snapped.

Ronald raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue. “Come on, say Lottie sighed, shaking her head. “Honestly, sometimes you’re too much. This isn’t how a son should talk to his mother.”

“Star’s check-up today,” she continued, “Dylan mentioned the baby needs care. You need to be more careful.”

Ronald nodded, understanding dawning on him. “I get it.”

Lottie pressed on, “I know you adore her, but you need to hold back for now.” She was blunt, but the concern in her voice was clear. Dylan had indeed warned them that Stella’s pregnancy needed extra attention.

Before leaving earlier, she’d even told the housekeeper to ensure Stella had plenty to eat. Coming home to find Ronald in Stella’s room had been a shock.

“Maybe you should sleep in your own room for a while, she suggested, worry etched on her face.

Ronald sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “You know how Star’s health has always been fragile,” Lottie insisted, her voice softening. “Just be careful, okay?”

Ronald nodded again, feeling the weight of her concern, yet also a bit exasperated. But he knew she was right.

Chapter 573

The story takes a turn.

Over in Portis City, poor Ursula was coughing up blood, her mind slipping further into confusion with each passing hour.

Jaxon couldn’t bear it anymore. He decided it was time to have a chat with Yorick and figure out a plan.

He felt utterly helpless about the current state of the Larkin family. The Quarry family had been their allies for years, always there to lend a hand.

Naturally, Jaxon assumed they’d come through for the Larkins once again, help them weather this storm.

What Jaxon failed to realize was that the Larkin family had always been a mere pawn in the Quarry family’s grand scheme.

While the Larkins owned the mines that were a crucial resource, it was the Quarry family that was raking in the big bucks, leaving the Larkins with mere scraps.

And to make matters worse, the Quarry family was also suffering at the hands of Ronald because of Stella…

As Jaxon approached, he noticed Ursula waiting by the door.

In just a few short nights, she had transformed into a shadow of her former self, her clothes filthy, and her appearance haggard.

She looked like she had hit rock bottom.

Upon seeing Jaxon, Ursula’s eyes welled up with tears. “Brother,” she whimpered.

Her voice dripped with desperation, a plea for even a shred of sympathy from Jaxon.

Since leaving the Larkins, life had been unbearably harsh. She didn’t even have a roof over her head.

The properties Cloudia had once bought for her were all taken back.

It was truly heartless!

Once, she had been the apple of their eye, cherished and adored.

But when she was kicked out, she left with nothing.

All because of Stella, who had torn her world apart.

“Brother, I know I was wrong. I really do,” Ursula kept repeating, her voice growing more pitiful with every word.

In the past, Jaxon might have crumbled at Ursula’s sorrowful plea.

But not this time.

With narrowed eyes, he spoke, “Still trying to drag Yorick into this? Ursula, you’re lucky you’re not in jail. You think Yorick would take you back?” They knew everything now.

It was impossible to accept that the girl they once held so dear was capable of such deceit.

Jaxon had genuinely treated Ursula like his own sister, even better than his real sister, Stella.

When Stella returned, he worried Ursula would feel left out.

He gave Ursula the best of everything, always.

But in the end?

What disappointment? Did someone as conniving as her need comforting? Absolutely not.

Now, Jaxon felt that not just him, but the entire Larkin family had been made a fool of by Ursula.

Ursula was sobbing uncontrollably, “I know I was wrong, brother. I truly know. Please forgive me, I’m begging you…”

“Forgive you? Ha! The Larkin family is in shambles, and you expect me to forgive you?”

Jaxon was furious.

He couldn’t forgive the fact that Ursula’s aunt was his father’s mistress.

“A disloyal traitor.”

Jaxon spat out the words, rolled up the car window, and refused to engage any further.

In his heart, Ursula was beyond forgiveness.

As the window was about to close completely, there was a soft ‘thud’ outside. Jaxon glanced briefly in Ursula’s direction.

She was collapsed on the ground, blood spilling from her mouth.

Even from a distance, Jaxon could sense the looming specter of death surrounding her.

But this time, his heart remained steely.

With just one glance, he looked away and drove inside coldly.

Watching Jaxon leave, Ursula lay on the ground, the blood refusing to cease its flow from her lips.

“Why are they doing this to me?” she thought, the words echoing in her mind.

She was on the brink of death, yet even now, they wouldn’t let her find peace.

Why were they so cruel…

Thoughts raced through her mind, but she no longer had the strength to even lift herself off the ground.

…

Yorick wasn’t home.

When Jaxon arrived, he learned that Imogen had been hospitalized, and Yorick was by her side.

Chapter 574

The person Jaxon was looking for was Frost Quarry.

Frost was just about to leave, suitcase in hand, ready to escape the family drama that seemed never-ending and impossible to resolve. She had a million things going on outside and had no desire to be shackled by the mess at home.

Seeing Jaxon, Frost’s expression turned sharp. “What is it? Here to plead for your foster sister?”

Frost had always found Jaxon particularly irritating. How could someone prioritize their foster sister over their own flesh and blood? It wasn’t just Jaxon; in Frost’s eyes, the entire Larkin family seemed insane.

Jaxon felt a twinge of embarrassment under Frost’s cutting words. “I’m here to speak with Yorick.”

Frost sneered, “Talking to anyone won’t help. The Quarry family isn’t going to take Ursula in.”

She shut him down completely. Jaxon’s face grew even more strained at Frost’s unwavering tone. “I’m not here because of Ursula.”

Frost raised an eyebrow at his formal tone. “Really? Calling her by her first name now? That’s a first.”

The Larkins were known for their endearments, always calling her “Ursula Ursula,” as if one name wasn’t enough. But suddenly it was just “Ursula”? Was he finally coming to his senses?

“So why are you here?”

“The Larkin family has run into some trouble, and I was hoping—”

Frost interrupted him. “Trouble? That’s putting it mildly.”

She didn’t wait for his response. Stella had gotten herself entangled with Mr. Quinn, a name Frost knew well from her travels. The infamous kingpin of Ferrowland’s underworld, with half the city’s underground operations under his thumb. Crossing a man like him wasn’t just trouble; it was a catastrophe.

Jaxon fell silent, his bravado deflating under Frost’s scrutiny. She continued, “The Quarry family can’t help you with this mess.”

“You’ve seen it yourself. We’re tangled up with Mr. Quinn, too. Yorick and Hogan are at each other’s throats, fighting over scraps.”

Her voice dripped with frustration. “Ronald’s a piece of work… This whole mess was Yorick’s doing, teaming up with you to pay Felix to go after Stella.”

Frost’s eyes narrowed as she regarded Jaxon with disdain. “You should leave. The Quarry family can’t save you.”

“Not just Mr. Quinn-do you think the Patel family is going to let you off? Who do you think has the power to get you out of this?”

Mentioning the Patels, Frost’s voice was laced with contempt. What nerve they had! Jeremy Patel was notorious, and Jaxon had the gall to think he could toy with Sirena Patel?

The Quarry family was drowning in its own problems and had no bandwidth to rescue the Larkins.

Jaxon was unceremoniously booted from the Quarry estate, stumbling out to find Ursula collapsed on the ground outside. Her frail body lay there like a broken kite, lifeless.

Jaxon spared her only a brief glance before turning away, his heart hardened. He drove off without a second thought.

The Larkin family, once so devoted to Ursula, now seemed to have turned their backs completely.

Meanwhile, back in Ferrowland, Stella was exhausted and drifted into sleep, only to feel herself drawn into a warm embrace. She struggled to open her heavy eyelids, catching a glimpse of Ronald.

Sleepily, she murmured, “You’re back?”

Ronald kissed her forehead gently. “Yeah, just sleep.”

His promise to sleep in his own room was forgotten as soon as he said it. Holding Stella close was enough.

Chapter 575

It was the middle of the night…

Yvonne finally tracked down Dan at a lively nightclub. As she barged into the VIP room, she was greeted by a scene of debauchery—people lost in the haze of alcohol and flashing lights.

Dan was sandwiched between two women, both clinging to him like koalas. In Yvonne’s eyes, they were all legs and little else.

One of them offered Dan a drink, which he accepted without hesitation, his eyes glazed over with a drunken daze.

Yvonne narrowed her eyes, her mind replaying Xander’s enraged face, as if he wanted to swallow her whole. And here was this jerk, Dan, living it up while she was left dealing with the mess he’d created?

Rage bubbled up inside her.

Without a second thought, she stormed over and flipped the low table in front of Dan. The table had been loaded with an assortment of drinks, snacks, and fruits, all of which went flying.

The room fell silent, save for the thumping music. Heads turned in unison to gape at Yvonne.

After a beat, someone spoke up, “What the hell? Who’s this crazy lady causing a scene?”

Ignoring the shout, Yvonne, eyes blazing, kicked Dan squarely in the stomach.

The guy who had yelled earlier muttered an incredulous “Damn,” as the entire room watched the chaos unfold.

Dan, usually quick on his feet, was caught off guard, unable to dodge with the women beside him. Yvonne’s kick landed with a satisfying thud, drawing a pained grunt from him.

The two women flanking him scrambled away in a hurry.

But Yvonne wasn’t done. She vaulted over the overturned table and launched herself at Dan, fists flying.

In her mind, it was crystal clear this man had approached her with ulterior motives all those years ago. If he wanted to deceive, he should have just gone for her money!

But to toy with her feelings? Unforgivable!

Fueled by fury, Yvonne hammered Dan with punch after punch. Her movements were so swift, the onlookers barely had time to react.

By the time anyone moved to intervene, Dan had managed to catch one of Yvonne’s fists.

But she was relentless, swinging her other fist in a wide arc.

With a resounding “thud,” she landed a punch on the other side of his face.

Yvonne was livid.

In that moment, she was ready to fight Dan to the bitter end.

Dan’s head snapped sideways from the impact, and when he looked back at her, his eyes were filled with anger.

“Get her!” a voice boomed from the crowd.

This wasn’t just a scene; it was a full-blown disaster.

Dan had only shown up at the club as a favor to someone, a social obligation of sorts. Seeing the chaos, the host almost had a stroke on the spot. Yvonne, oblivious to the commotion around her, continued to pummel Dan, shouting, “Think you can just steal and get away with it? If you’re gonna steal, at least own up to it, you coward!”

In Yvonne’s book, integrity was everything.

Dan had crossed a line, and she didn’t care if he had been a man she once loved.

If love was gone, he deserved a beating; and if it wasn’t, he still needed correcting.

Bottom line: he had to be held accountable!

“Where is it? Where’s the damn thing? Talk, or I’ll keep going!”

Those around her were flabbergasted. Her relentless assault left no room for Dan to even breathe, let alone speak.

Even a miracle worker couldn’t conjure an extra mouth to deal with her onslaught.

Yvonne was seething.

Recalling Xander’s near homicidal fury earlier that day, it was clear the document she sought was of immense importance.

“Speak up! Where’s the document? Not talking? I’ll beat the truth out of you.”

The crowd watched in silence, dumbfounded.

A dozen security personnel rushed forward, the leader reaching for Yvonne.

But in a swift move, Dan managed to grab both her wrists, flipping her and pinning her to the couch.

“Enough…” he said, his voice strained.

“Let go! Let me go!” Yvonne demanded, struggling to regain control.

But the difference in strength between them was too great, leaving her at a disadvantage.

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Even though Yvonne was incredibly agile and fit, at that moment, being pinned down by Dan’s weight, she couldn’t muster the strength to break free.

“Mr. Murray,” the middle-aged man in charge stepped forward nervously, his gaze initially filled with malice as he looked at Yvonne. However, upon recognizing her face, his breath caught in his throat, and his heart practically leaped into his mouth.

No way, could it really be the infamous black sheep of the Quinn family?

Of all the people Mr. Murray could pick a fight with, he had to choose this one!

Yvonne was a name that everyone knew. For the past two years, she had been on a mission, constantly claiming that her sister was missing and warning people not to bully her.

Who would dare mess with the Quinn family’s adopted daughter? She was treasured like a rare gem by the entire family.

Many had been warned by her, and quite a few had even fallen victim to her wrath. Especially the Doyne family’s gemstone mine, she nearly cleaned them out!

Because of that incident, everyone knew that the second Miss from the Quinn family was a force to be reckoned with.

The middle-aged man had initially intended to order his men to deal with Yvonne, but now he couldn’t muster the courage. Not at all.

“Um, Mr. Murray…” he stammered, caught between a rock and a hard place.

One was the investor he desperately needed, and the other was the terrifying Miss Quinn. What on earth was he supposed to do?

His face turned a myriad of colors as he deliberated.

Dan glared down at Yvonne, growling, “Everyone out.”

The man seized the opportunity like it was a lifeline, exhaling a sigh of relief. He quickly ordered, “Move, move, everyone out.”

Good grief! What a situation! How did Mr. Murray get tangled up with this hellraiser from the Quinn family?

It was truly bizarre that this notorious woman had come looking for a man, and in such a unique manner.

The room emptied out, with the last person even thoughtfully closing the door behind them.

Now it was just Yvonne and Dan. Yvonne glared at him, her teeth clenched, “Get off me.”

Dan gripped her wrists tightly, his warm breath brushing against her cheek. He had a face that seemed kind and gentle, but those eyes… those eyes that once looked at her with such warmth now flickered with cold, dangerous light.

Of course, with someone of his standing, that kindness was only skin-deep.

Dan narrowed his eyes. “Does the Quinn family think I wouldn’t dare kill you?”

Yvonne was furious. Already in a rage, Dan’s words only added fuel to the fire. “You framed me, and now you want to kill me too?”

The nerve of this guy was astonishing.

Yvonne snapped. She slammed her head back against the sofa, then used all her strength to launch herself forward. With a loud ‘thud,’ Dan let out a pained grunt as his grip on her loosened.

Yvonne’s head throbbed painfully from the impact, and Dan, caught off guard, nearly had his brains scrambled.

“You… you witch…” Dan began, but Yvonne was already upon him, her fury relentless.

His voice, so smooth and calculating over the phone, had hinted at his deception. Amnesia, my foot. Yvonne wasn’t buying it!

She was convinced Dan had approached her with a hidden agenda all those years ago, gotten what he wanted, and faked his death for a clean getaway.

Yvonne had no patience for men like him, and she wasn’t pulling any punches now.

“Where is Xander’s stuff, you bastard?” she demanded, barreling into him once more.

Dan dodged her assault, his eyes now brimming with danger.

Seeing that look only stoked Yvonne’s anger. “Oh, so you steal from me and still dare to glare?”

With that, she lunged at him again, the two of them becoming a tangle of limbs and fury.

Outside, the people who had hosted Dan that evening hadn’t quite left yet. A few of them pressed their ears against the door, listening to the chaos inside.

The repeated sounds of thudding and crashing were enough to make anyone’s heart race.

“Mr. Landseer, didn’t you check if Mr. Murray had any beef with the Lugar family?” one of them whispered urgently.

Landseer, the one who had invited Dan tonight, was trying to leverage the opportunity since Ronald’s connections offered no advantage.

Little did he know…

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The person crouched behind Landseer asked nervously, “Did you ever expect Mr. Murray would have a connection with that she-devil?”

Landseer was wiping sweat from his brow, especially after hearing the sounds of a brawl from inside. “Who would’ve thought Yvonne could be involved with a guy? It’s a curveball no one saw coming. What are we gonna do?”

His face was twisted with worry. “All our efforts are wasted.”

With Dan tied to the Lugar family, getting him to invest in those raw materials was now a dead end. The ruckus inside was unmistakable.

“Who knows if they’re fighting or if it’s some weird love-hate thing?” If it’s the latter, we’re screwed.

Everyone stood silent, processing the mess.

Inside, Yvonne and Dan were tearing the place apart. Yvonne had quite the fighting skills these days. Maybe Dan had had one too many drinks or was going easy on her because she was a woman. Either way, she knocked him out cold with a final punch.

Yvonne emerged, her long hair in disarray, looking like a wild woman. Landseer flinched at the sight. “Ms. Quinn, are you alright?”

Yvonne shot him a look. “Remember this, I’ll be telling my Brother about tonight.”

Landseer had been up to a lot over the years, and now with Dan involved, things were murky. She definitely planned to inform her Brother.

Landseer was taken aback. “Ms. Quinn, please don’t.”

“Hmph.”

Yvonne let out a disdainful sound, then strode off. Landseer hesitated, wanting to follow, but upon seeing Dan unconscious in the room, he quickly returned to attend to him.

Outside, the night sky had opened up, pouring rain. Yvonne walked through it, her earlier fierceness dissolving into a somber solitude. Even from a distance, her silhouette was heart-wrenching.

In a car not far off, Xander sat in the back while Kyle drove. “It’s really coming down,” Kyle observed.

Xander scoffed. “She’s tough as nails, a little rain won’t bother her.”

Kyle kept silent, though he wondered why they had come all this way. But Xander’s mind seemed elsewhere. He lit a cigarette, took a couple of puffs, and then abruptly pushed open the car door to step out.

But just as he did, a figure appeared behind Yvonne, umbrella in hand. Both Xander and Kyle recognized him – it was Louis, one of Ronald’s men.

Kyle was taken aback. “Whoa!”

Xander’s eyes narrowed, and he pulled his foot back into the car. “I thought Ronald only had a soft spot for Stella. Didn’t expect him to care for this tomboy, too.”

Kyle scratched his nose, sensing Xander’s irritation at Louis’s sudden arrival. Clearing his throat, he said, “Well, they’re both his sisters, just different personalities, different treatment.”

That much was true. Ronald wasn’t playing favorites; one sister was sweet and innocent, pampered from the start, while the other was wild and lived on her own terms.

Meanwhile, Stella had slept soundly through the night. When she woke up the next morning, it was rare to find Ronald still there. Back in Portis City, he often disappeared before she woke, leaving her alone.

She turned over and nestled into his arms. Ronald glanced down. “Awake?”

Stella nuzzled closer, pouting playfully. “I’m starving.”

Her stomach had woken her up. Ronald checked his watch on the bedside table; it was past nine. With a tender smile, he said, “Let’s get you something to eat.”

Chapter 578

As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up.

Stella followed suit, watching as the man walked over to the wardrobe to grab her some comfy loungewear.

“I can dress myself,” she said instinctively, reaching out her hand.

But he sidestepped her attempt. “Mom mentioned last night that I should take good care of you,” Ronald replied with a playful smile.

Stella looked puzzled. “Huh? It’s just putting on clothes.”

She was used to having everything taken care of at home, so she couldn’t quite understand what more he could do.

With a soft chuckle, Ronald reached to undo the buttons of her pajamas.

Stella’s heart skipped a beat. She instinctively grabbed his wrist, her face flushing. “I-I can do it myself,” she stammered.

Ronald affectionately pinched her little nose. “Alright, you can do it yourself.”

He handed her the clothes, choosing not to tease her further.

Relieved by his words, Stella realized after all this time that her usually composed and serious brother didn’t have the strongest self-control. Once she was dressed, she headed to the bathroom, where Ronald had already prepared her toothbrush with toothpaste.

Standing beside him, she noticed in the mirror how her head barely reached his shoulder.

No wonder Yvonne always teased her about being short.

“What are you looking at?” Ronald asked with a gentle ruffle of her hair, seeing her standing still with the toothbrush in hand.

Stella pouted, “Back in Portis City, I’m considered pretty tall.”

But here, among the Quinn family, she was clearly the shortest.

Ronald chuckled at her remark. “When you were little, you were quite frail. The doctor said you were born with some deficiencies. You spent the first twenty days in the hospital after we found you.”

Stella’s heart tingled at the words “found you.”

Her Mom had told her the story before: she was tiny, soft, and pale, and they couldn’t bear to let her go. But when she got sick, it was truly a challenge.

She couldn’t help but think, if it hadn’t been the Quinn family who found her, she might not have made it.

Her mom said she had pneumonia and liver issues, quite a lot for a little baby to endure.

With a bittersweet smile, Stella snuggled against Ronald’s arm. “Was I difficult as a kid?”

Ronald nodded. “One doctor even said you might not make it past five.”

Stella was taken aback. Her mom had never mentioned that.

Since it came from Ronald, it must be true. She hugged him tighter.

Ronald looked down at her teary eyes and gently pinched her nose again. “But look at you now, healthy as can be.” Stella was certain that without the Quinn family, given the Larkin family’s nature, she might not have survived.

Now she felt pretty healthy, rarely falling sick since her earliest memories, a testament to the Quinn family’s care. “And one more thing…”

“Hmm? What else?” she asked, fearing more bad news.

Ronald smiled, “You can’t call me ‘brother’ anymore.”

Stella blinked. Right, she probably shouldn’t.

“Got it,” she replied sweetly.

After they finished getting ready, they headed downstairs, only to overhear Lottie Lugar talking to the housekeeper.

The housekeeper asked, “How should I send the message?”

What message?

Lottie thought for a moment before saying, “Just send: Our darling daughter-in-law is all grown up now. I’ll forward you the photo to attach.” Stella and Ronald shared a helpless glance.

Chapter 579

Stella descended the stairs with a soft thud.

Lottie shot a knowing glance at the butler. “Go on, make sure it’s done. Is the chicken broth ready for her?” “All set, ma’am,” the butler responded with a respectful nod.

Lottie turned her attention to Stella, catching sight of Ronald nearby, and cast him a disapproving glance.

Clearly, she had caught wind of Ronald sneaking back into Stella’s room last night.

With just a glance, Lottie shifted her focus and gently pulled Stella closer. “Stella, darling, come here.”

“Hi, Mom,” Stella chirped, her voice sweet as honey, melting Lottie’s heart.

Lottie led her into the dining room. “You must be starving. I had the kitchen whip up your favorite pancakes and some snacks.” “Thanks, Mom.”

The Quinn family kitchen was known for its delicious treats, and Stella adored them.

Back when Lottie and Ronald were busy with work, Stella would often munch on a few cookies while waiting for them.

As soon as the staff noticed she was up, they hurried to bring out the prepared dishes.

The kitchen filled with the familiar aroma of freshly made pancakes and rich, creamy oatmeal.

When they had been in Portis City, Stella struggled with the bland cuisine there.

But now that she was home, everything tasted delightful.

Lottie placed a sausage link on Stella’s plate. “You should try to eat a bit more.”

“Her stomach isn’t great, so she can’t eat too much,” Ronald calmly interjected, taking a seat beside Stella. It was the truth.

Stella had a healthy appetite, but her stomach was sensitive, and overeating could make her uncomfortable. Lottie shot him a sharp look. “I don’t need you to remind me.”

“Don’t let her overdo it.”

Stella and Lottie exchanged a look.

Lottie huffed. “She’s barely eaten these days. Let her enjoy her meal.”

“Precisely because she’s been eating less, she shouldn’t overindulge now.”

Lottie retorted, “Oh, will you give it a rest? What’s wrong with her having a bit more?”

“Mom, I’m fine either way,” Stella chimed in, trying to ease the tension.

Stella’s calm voice seemed to soften Lottie’s mood, and she gave Ronald another warning glance.

“It’s just oatmeal. A bit more won’t hurt,” Lottie insisted, her voice laced with concern.

Lottie was truly worried about Stella’s well-being, especially after hearing about her struggles in Portis City with her appetite.

Ronald remained unconvinced, but Stella was already savoring the oatmeal.

“Star, have some more,” Lottie encouraged as she added another slice of bacon to Stella’s plate.

As Stella took a sip of the oatmeal, she beamed. “This oatmeal is amazing.”

With her compliment, Ronald knew Stella wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.

Just as he suspected, she went through three bowls in no time.

Not to mention the snacks and sides.

By the time Stella was on her second bowl, Ronald had already been on the verge of intervening, but his mother’s stern gaze kept him silent. “Star really shouldn’t eat so much,” he eventually murmured.

“Zip it,” Lottie snapped.

Despite his protests, it was no use.

For the past three years, Lottie had always worried about Stella not eating well outside, fearing it would affect her health.

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It wasn’t easy for Susanna to finally have someone back by her side, and she wasn’t about to let Ronald dictate the terms.

Meanwhile, downstairs.

Hull sat at the dining table, looking a bit displeased. He glanced at one of the maids. “Go, call her down for dinner.”

This maid was the one responsible for the kitchen.

When Hull instructed her to fetch Susanna for dinner, she couldn’t help but recall what Silas had warned her about earlier.

A bit apprehensive, she said, “But sir, Silas mentioned that I’m not allowed on the second floor.”

Because of this rule, breakfast that morning had been reheated more than once. Susanna wouldn’t come down, and neither would Hull; it made meal prep a real challenge.

Hearing this, Hull’s expression hardened. “Go.”

His sudden change in tone startled the maid, and she quickly nodded. “Yes, sir.”

After all, you listen to whoever signs your paycheck, but when the master speaks, you really can’t ignore it.

The maid hurried upstairs to call Susanna.

Meanwhile, in her room, Susanna glanced at the clock, contemplating calling Stella.

Ever since she found out that the previous head of Black Gate was also named Lacey, her mind had been in turmoil.

Lost in her thoughts…

A knock on the door pulled her back to reality.

The unexpected sound made her jump.

Silas had brought in some heavy furniture, and she couldn’t move it an inch. The only thing standing between her and Hull was the flimsy lock on her door.

“Who is it?” Susanna swallowed nervously.

The maid’s voice came from the other side. “Miss, the gentleman asks you to come down for dinner.”

Susanna hesitated.

Weren’t the maids supposed to come upstairs?

Well, it seemed Hull called the shots around here.

“I’m not hungry,” Susanna replied.

If Hull wanted her downstairs, she definitely wasn’t going. She and Star had already discussed avoiding Hull whenever possible to prevent any more irreversible disasters.

Thinking about all the trouble she’d caused around Hull, Susanna couldn’t help but cringe at herself.

She never expected she could be so clumsy!

In those moments of chaos, her body and hands seemed to act on their own, completely out of her control.

“But Sir, didn’t seem very happy.”

Susanna paused.

That was even more reason to stay put.

Hull was intimidating enough on a good day. When was he upset? That was a whole different level of scary.

Taking a deep breath, Susanna insisted, “I’m really not hungry.”

The maid didn’t press further and left.

Susanna thought she’d dodged the bullet, assuming Hull wouldn’t bother coming up just to call her for dinner.

After all, someone of his stature wouldn’t stoop to such things.

But not even five minutes later…

There was a deep voice outside her door. “Come out.”

Hearing him, Susanna tensed up again.

This time, she didn’t dare defy him.

Reluctantly, she opened the door, looking up cautiously like a quail into Hull’s icy gaze.

In an instant, her eyes dropped. “I-I-I’m really not hungry.”

Before she could do anything else, Hull’s hand was under her chin, tilting her face up.

Caught in his gaze, Susanna found it impossible to look away.

“Let me go,” she murmured.

Hull’s eyes bore into hers. “Avoiding me?”

Susanna gulped. Uh… avoiding might be the smart move here!

“I…-I’m not,” she stammered.

Despite the fear tightening her chest, she couldn’t bring herself to admit it outright.

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Chapter 561

When Yvonne spoke, a storm brewed in Xander’s eyes, making them look like a dark, turbulent sea.

Even though Yvonne wasn’t particularly afraid of him, the danger lurking in his gaze gave her a jolt. She swallowed reflexively. “I’m just stating the facts.”

The documents had been missing for days. What good would it do to get them back now? Anything worth leaking was likely already out. In Yvonne’s view, there was no point in worrying about retrieving them. Xander chuckled, a sardonic sound. “True, as far as that goes, but…”

He paused, his mind flashing back to a conversation he overheard on a cruise ship, between Dan and another person in a passing room.

So, Dan dared to steal from him? Alright, he would have to return Dan a favor, and it was going to be significant.

Xander lifted his eyes and gave Yvonne a devilish grin. “Want to marry me? Fine, bring your paperwork and meet me at the city hall tomorrow.”

Yvonne blinked. “Huh?”

The sudden shift in his demeanor was dizzying. They had been at each other’s throats just moments ago, and now this?

She scrutinized Xander, checking for signs of fever-induced delirium.

“What are you playing at?” Yvonne felt a bit dazed.

Xander’s smirk grew more mischievous. “Isn’t it the plan to tie me to you with marriage? Go ahead.”

The weight he put on “tie me” sent a shiver down Yvonne’s spine. The man had clearly snapped. How could he go from hysterical to so calm in an instant? Her instincts screamed that something was off, a red flag waving wildly.

Xander stepped forward and gripped her chin. “What’s wrong? Having second thoughts?”

“No, I just…”

It wasn’t about second thoughts. It was about understanding Xander’s sudden shift, which left Yvonne perplexed.

Hearing her response, Xander released her abruptly. “That’s good.”

Then he tapped her cheek. “Remember, tomorrow at ten. If you don’t show up…”

He let the rest hang in the air, his mischievous smile chilling.

Even without his words, Yvonne could guess his intentions. He was set on pushing things to the edge.

Xander left, leaving Yvonne alone, her mind replaying his transformation over and over. How could someone change so drastically?

Stella was making her way to find Ronald when Xander’s long strides caught up with her.

She was walking with Dylan. Seeing Xander, Dylan instinctively moved to shield Stella.

“Mr. Schultz.” He greeted Xander with a respectful nod.

Xander scoffed, “This is the Quinn estate. What do you think I could do to her here? No need to be so protective.”

Clearly, Stella was untouchable at the Quinn estate. No one dared to harm her. Even if Xander was furious about her involvement with Ronald, he couldn’t just drag her away here.

Dylan kept his head bowed, saying nothing more…

Xander turned his gaze to Stella. “Stella, I sure as hell underestimated you before.”

No wonder she never entertained any marriage proposals over the years. Her heart had been set on Ronald all along.

Stella turned her face away, ignoring Xander.

With a derisive snort, Xander walked away.

Watching his retreating figure, Stella then looked at Dylan. “He just left like that?”

Dylan nodded. “Yeah, just like that.”

The way he had approached, one would think they were about to come to blows.

Footsteps approached from behind. Stella turned to see Yvonne’s grim expression.

Stella stepped forward. “Sis, did he do anything to you?”

Yvonne waved her hand. “Don’t worry, he didn’t hit me this time.”

The way she said it, with that particular tone, anyone listening might think Xander was in the habit of hitting Yvonne.

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“So, what did you guys talk about?” Stella asked, her curiosity piqued. Yvonne was known for her knack for handling situations, and the earlier chaos had simmered down within minutes.

“He said he wants to marry me,” Yvonne replied. “He wants me to meet him at the city hall tomorrow.”

Stella exclaimed, “What?”

Her face froze at Yvonne’s words; clearly, she found it difficult to process Xander’s sudden change of heart. Weren’t they about to throw down? How did things turn around so quickly?

Yvonne let out a skeptical huff. “Do you think that jerk’s up to something?”

Definitely a scheme, otherwise it’d be hard to explain his dramatic attitude.

Stella nodded. “Yeah, he must be up to no good.”

In just under an hour, everything had flipped on its head. Dan, who had been distant, suddenly seemed affectionate in their phone call. It was suspicious, to say the least.

“And Dan, that black-hearted scoundrel,” Yvonne continued, frustration creeping into her voice. “He threw me under the bus on purpose, making it seem like I took those files for him.”

Stella shook her head, at a loss for words. It was clear Dan intended to make Xander suspicious of Yvonne, but fortunately, she wasn’t falling for it.

“That man’s got a filthy mind,” Yvonne said, shaking her head. “After everything we had, he really went there.”

“What does he gain from making you the target of Xander’s wrath?” Stella wondered aloud. “Did he not realize Xander had been on edge ever since Ronald had been breathing down his neck?”

The memory of Xander arriving armed today flashed through Yvonne’s mind one misstep, and she would die. Her fingers twitched with the urge to crush Dan’s windpipe right then.

Stella, afraid of her harboring some unnecessary feelings, chimed in, reminding Yvonne of the past. “Remember, you once fancied him.”

Yvonne winced at the words. “Tell me about it. Was I blind back then? How did I ever fall for that?”

While showing Stella some jewelry earlier, Yvonne had felt a twinge of sadness. But now…

Stella was reassured by Yvonne’s resilience. That was the spirit of a Quinn. They could love, but if it was not worth it, they knew when to let go.

“So, are you going to marry Xander tomorrow?” Stella asked, raising an eyebrow.

Yvonne hesitated. The idea had been hers initially, but Xander’s sudden agreement seemed off.

They had fought like cats and dogs, but as Xander agreed to the marriage, Yvonne cringed due to the bafflement of Xander’s motive.

“Should I?” Yvonne asked, gazing at Stella.

Stella didn’t hesitate. “No way.”

Yvonne added, “Hearing ‘getting married’ come from Xander’s mouth, why doesn’t it sit right with me? Why do you think he’d suddenly offer to marry me?”

She wasn’t naive enough to believe fairy tales about Xander “falling in love” all of a sudden.

Stella was silent. Without having been there to witness Xander’s transformation, Stella couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she was sure of one thing. “It’s probably best not to.”

Yvonne nodded at her suggestion, her resolve strengthening. If this had been her idea to trap Xander, she might consider it. But given Xander’s suspicious behavior, she knew she had to be cautious.

As they talked, they made their way to Ronald’s study, still deep in conversation about the unfolding drama until they reached the door.

Chapter 563

Susanna was always the picture of a well-behaved girl.

Stella had advised her to stay out of Hull’s way and do absolutely nothing, and Susanna took that advice to heart. It seemed a wise choice, especially considering the amount of trouble she’d accidentally stirred up during her short time by Hull’s side.

That afternoon, she huddled in her room, waiting for Hull’s team to finally uncover the truth.

A soft knock interrupted her thoughts as she was about to call Stella.

“Who is it?” she called out.

“It’s me,” came Hull’s deep voice from the other side of the door, sending a jolt through Susanna, who hurriedly put her phone away.

“What do you need?” she asked, not moving to open the door. Instead, she instinctively clutched a throw pillow to her chest, as if it could somehow protect her.

In reality, if Hull wanted to do anything, even a whole suit of armor wouldn’t stop him. But clinging to it gave her a false sense of security.

“Have you blocked the door again?” Hull’s voice rumbled with a hint of displeasure.

Susanna glanced at the dresser she had pushed in front of the door and mumbled, “I told you I wanted a different room, but you wouldn’t let me.”

With the cook downstairs barred from the upper floor and Silas and Barnaby absent for the evening, she was alone on the second floor with Hull. As a young woman, she felt she had every right to be cautious.

“Move it,” Hull ordered.

“I won’t,” she shot back without hesitation. She had taken Stella’s advice to heart doing nothing was safest, even if it meant avoiding Hull altogether.

Despite Hull’s displeasure, he said nothing more and seemed to walk away, leaving Susanna to breathe a sigh of relief.

She sniffed, patting her chest, a picture of hurt. “I used to be such a good kid.”

The past few days had been more eventful than her entire previous twenty years, and she still hadn’t recovered from all the turmoil.

She dialed Stella’s number, who answered almost immediately. “Hey, Susie.”

“Star, do you have a moment?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

Stella had been about to call Susanna herself, but Susanna had beaten her to it. She stood outside Ronald’s study while Yvonne was inside.

Stella was waiting for Yvonne, who was seething with rage because of Xander; the matter related to him was a tangled mess.

“I’ve been following your advice, keeping to myself and avoiding Hull,” Susanna said.

Stella paused. Avoiding him? Was she so sure of that?

“You two are living under the same roof. Isn’t that a bit difficult to manage?”

The house wasn’t big enough to avoid each other completely, but Susanna was determined. “I only leave my room to eat. Until we figure out if I’m a spy or not, it’s best if I steer clear of him.”

Stella remembered Ronald mentioning that Hull might actually like Susanna, which made Stella suspect there was more to Hull’s claims than met the eye.

Poor Susie, clueless as ever.

Stella cleared her throat. “Susie, you know… when you went upstairs, Ronald said Hull admitted he’s into you, right?”

Their relationship prompted her to share more info, considering the dread Susanna had when staying with Hull.

“Wait, what?” Susanna uttered, feeling she might mishear.

Stella replied, “That’s what Ronald told me.”

Stella trusted Ronald implicitly. If he’d passed it along, the news was 90% legit, meaning Hull had actually said it.

Susanna was stunned. “That can’t be true!”

That man was so intimidating. She’d seen him kill people, and he treated life like it was nothing. For someone like Hull, Susanna thought women were just playthings to him. The idea that Hull could feel genuine affection seemed absurd to her.

“Well, no idea, that’s what Ronald said,” Stella insisted.

“He’s bluffing. Maybe he’s just pretending to like me to throw you off the scent, to convince your brother to take you away.”

Stella was speechless. Well, that could be happening.

Their conversation continued, spiraling into speculation until Susanna, feeling uneasy and weary, added, “Star, can you check again about that former leader of the Black Gate?”

Chapter 564

With Stella’s words echoing in her mind, Susanna couldn’t shake the feeling that Hull was nothing but trouble.

“Can you joke about someone’s mom?” she muttered to herself, thinking about how her own mother had been restless and sleepless for days now.

Even though Stella had mentioned that the previous person in charge was someone named Lacey, Susanna needed to be sure.

Stella had assured her, “Yeah, I’ll help you confirm.”

If it turned out that Susanna’s mother was involved, things could get messy. After all, the current leader’s rise to power was anything but honorable.

After exchanging a few more words over the phone, mostly Stella trying to soothe Susanna’s nerves, they finally hung up.

Susanna sat curled up on her little couch, her mind a whirlwind of confusion. Hull told Mr. Quinn he liked her. Why on earth would he do that? Was he really trying to pull one over on Mr. Quinn?

If so, he had to be pretty bold to try and deceive Mr. Quinn.

Lost in thought, Susanna was startled by a noise from the balcony window. Her eyes widened in shock.

Before she could react, the sound of the sliding glass door opening reached her ears, followed by the swish of curtains being drawn back.

At that moment, her gaze met Hull’s dark, intense eyes, and her mind went completely blank.

Looking between Hull and the glass door behind him, she stammered, “You, you…”

Had this guy really climbed through the window? The balcony was right outside, but still, it felt like he’d just waltzed in.

Hull stepped towards her, his tall and imposing figure bringing an unspoken sense of intimidation.

Feeling the weight of his presence, Susanna instinctively tried to shrink back, but the couch offered no escape.

“Don’t come any closer,” she pleaded, clutching a throw pillow to her chest.

Surely, just because she hadn’t opened the door for him, he wasn’t going to… eat her or something, right? She was terrified.

Hull glanced at the cabinet blocking the door, a mysterious smile playing on his lips. “You’ve got some strength.”

The cabinet wasn’t exactly light.

Susanna felt a pang of insecurity, her eyes watering as she looked at him pitifully. Just one look, and she felt the need to lower her head in defeat. Seeing her like this, Hull felt an odd sense of satisfaction. Stepping forward, he effortlessly lifted her off the couch as if she were a feather.

Susanna, feeling weightless in his grasp, was thoroughly frightened. “Put me down!”

Ignoring her protests, Hull set her down near the door. “Go on, show me how you moved it.”

She was expected to move the cabinet back? Seriously?

With no real choice, Susanna gave Hull a helpless glance and began to push the cabinet back to its original spot.

It was heavy, and Hull’s watchful eyes didn’t make it any easier. She struggled, using all her might to move the cabinet.

Finally, with the task done, she turned to Hull, who was standing with his arms crossed, a faint chuckle escaping him. “Not much strength at all. Did you really think you could keep me out?”

Susanna didn’t respond, but the thought echoed in her mind: Yes, she’d thought it could.

Especially after what Stella had told her, Mr. Quinn said.

Before she could voice any reply, Hull pulled out his phone and called Silas.

Silas picked up quickly, “Hey, big guy.”

“We need new furniture,” Hull stated matter-of-factly.

“Uh, did something break?” Silas asked, puzzled. The stuff they had was top-notch; he couldn’t believe they were tired of it, but breaking? Hull’s next words left Silas speechless. “Too light.”

Silas was stunned. Susanna was just as shocked. Did he mean he wanted stuff she couldn’t move? That seemed a bit unfriendly.

Was Hull really suggesting she shouldn’t try to keep him out? That seemed unreasonable, especially since having some safety measures in place when alone with a man was perfectly normal for a woman. Why should she feel guilty about that?

Susanna kept her thoughts to herself, not daring to show any dissatisfaction.

Meanwhile, Silas on the other end was reeling. “What did you say?” Too light? What did that even mean?

“Are you deaf?” Hull’s voice carried a hint of irritation.

“No, no, I’ll get on it right away,” Silas hurriedly replied. Whether or not he understood the bizarre request, when the big guy said jump, you asked how high.

“Okay, I’ll sort it out, no need to worry,” he said, quickly ending the call. He couldn’t afford to upset Hull; he liked having his ears the way they were.

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As soon as Silas hung up the phone, it was just Susanna and Hull left in the room. Susanna stood awkwardly by the cabinet, clutching a cushion tightly to her chest, her eyes darting nervously toward Hull.

Hull settled himself on the couch, gesturing for her to join him. “Come here.”

Susanna clutched the cushion even tighter, shaking her head. “I don’t want to.”

Her words and body language were in perfect sync, a testament to the fear Hull had instilled in her over the past few days.

Seeing her frightened demeanor, Hull’s smile vanished, replaced by a chilling expression. “Hm?”

That single syllable hung in the air, dripping with menace, making Susanna’s heart race. She considered bolting for the door, but knew she wouldn’t get far under Hull’s watchful gaze.

Feeling the oppressive coldness emanating from him, she stammered, “We can talk from here. You can hear me.”

She took another step back, her voice barely above a whisper. Hull raised an eyebrow, amused at how easily she was spooked. The reports from Silas had painted a different picture of her during her time in Portis City. She had been bold, not the timid figure before him now.

Susanna, noticing his silence, gathered her courage to speak. “I have something to ask you.”

Despite her fear, she needed answers. Her voice was small but determined.

Hull’s lips curled into a smile. “Ask.”

“Why did you tell Mr. Quinn you like me?” she blurted out. This was a question she needed clarity on, or she’d never sleep soundly again. Hull raised an eyebrow, “What do you think?”

The dreaded counter-question. It made Susanna feel even more unsure of herself. Clutching the cushion, she murmured, “I don’t know.” Hull explained casually, “To make sure Mr. Quinn didn’t take you away. Otherwise, where else would you cause trouble?”

“I’m not a troublemaker,” Susanna insisted quietly, feeling wronged.

Hull smirked, “Whether you are or not, we’ll find out.”

That same phrase again. It scared her, but she couldn’t help but shoot Hull a resentful glance. “Then hurry up with your investigation. I can’t imagine you’re comfortable having a suspect like me around.”

Hull looked at her, surprised by her boldness. Despite her fear, she managed to speak her mind.

He said nothing, standing up and heading toward the door. Susanna instinctively moved aside, pressing her back against the wall.

As he passed her, Hull glanced at her cushion. “Do you really think that cushion could protect you if I had any intentions?”

Susanna’s eyes widened in fear, looking up at Hull, who seemed amused by her reaction. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stammered, “What do you intend to do?”

She couldn’t imagine he’d do anything to her, despite her fears. Stella had assured her he wasn’t interested in someone like her, preferring tall, model-like women.

Hull didn’t answer. Instead, he reached for the cushion she’d been holding so tightly. Startled, Susanna clung to it even more. But with a gentle tug, Hull pulled the cushion away, causing her to stumble forward against him.

His distinct scent, mingled with his commanding presence, enveloped her. Susanna’s mind went blank, her body reacting instinctively as she tried to push away from him. But in her flustered state, her knees went weak…

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As Susanna instinctively reached out to push Hull away, she hadn’t quite expected what happened next.

In an instant, her wrist was caught in his firm grip, his voice a gravelly murmur, “What are you up to?”

“I-I wasn’t doing anything!”

“Really?”

Susanna’s eyes widened in shock.

She realized where her hand had landed-right on Hull’s toned abdomen, dangerously close to the waistband of his jeans…

Her breath hitched.

Oh my God, what was it with her and Hull’s waist? First, she yanked on his belt, then it was the towel, and now, well, there’s no belt, just his jeans?

Susanna’s cheeks flushed a deep red, and she instinctively tried to pull her hand back, only for Hull to tighten his hold on her wrist.

It seemed she couldn’t even play innocent if she tried.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

Hull raised an eyebrow, “You sure you weren’t trying to get a little closer?”

Susanna was speechless.

Her mind was spinning, and she couldn’t quite recall how she’d ended up in his arms.

In all honesty, she hadn’t meant to do it.

She had been trying her best to avoid any trouble by keeping herself locked away in her room.

“I’m sorry.”

She wanted to add, “If you hadn’t climbed in through the window, this wouldn’t have happened,” but she dared not.

Hull released her and turned away, his voice low and tinged with something unrestrained, “Just avoid chatting with Stella for a while.”

Susanna felt a pang of frustration. She had been hoping to reach out to her friend, Star.

Hull continued, “We’ve got to sort this out before you can clear your name. I’m sure you don’t want this dragging on because of her interference.” Susanna sighed.

Her resolve to reach out to Stella crumbled under Hull’s reasoning.

His point was clear.

Even if Stella got involved, they needed to get to the bottom of things to clear Susanna’s name.

If Star interfered, it would likely only prolong the process.

Pulling her thoughts together, Susanna watched Hull’s retreating back. He was already at the door when she called out, a little plaintively, “Then have your people hurry up with the investigation.”

She was desperate to clear her name as soon as possible.

Hull didn’t respond, simply walking out.

Susanna picked up a throw pillow, hugging it close, and closed the door with a sense of dejection. She returned to the couch, feeling rather stuck in the mess she found herself in.

Not long after, Silas showed up with a crew to replace some furniture. Susanna watched them struggle with the heavy cabinets, realizing there was no way she could have moved them herself.

Barnaby arrived as well.

He glanced around at Susanna’s room, noting the perfectly good cabinets being replaced, and turned to her, “Got a problem with these cabinets?” It was curious to him.

His brother was going out of his way for a woman, which was quite the surprise.

Susanna shot Barnaby a look of annoyance but said nothing.

Barnaby was puzzled. What was that look for?

She had Hull’s attention, so why did she still look so put out?

Lottie didn’t return until late evening.

Ronald, having just returned to Ferrowland, was busy with his own matters. Before heading out that night, he gave the butler a list of instructions regarding Stella and her pregnancy, noting the things she needed to avoid.

Stella sat on a nearby couch, munching on a Granny Smith apple.

Ronald walked over with a report in hand, gently ruffling her hair, “Enjoying that?”

He glanced at the wastebasket, noting several apple cores.

Stella grinned, “Yeah, these are really good.”

She wasn’t too fond of overly sweet fruits, and the tartness of the apple was just right.

Ronald settled beside her, gazing at the ultrasound images on the report with the same tender warmth he always showed Stella.

Stella noticed his fixation, “You’ve looked at those a million times.”

Ever since he got that report, it hadn’t left his side. What was so fascinating about it?

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Ronald chuckled softly, “What do you think our Little Star will look like?”

Stella’s eyes widened in surprise, “!!!”

“Yvonne was just saying how she couldn’t tell anything yet. I mean, who can really know at this point?”

After all, it’s all about genetics, whether the kid takes after the Mom or the Dad.

Ronald gently pinched her cheek, “I won’t be around for dinner, so be good, alright?”

“Yeah, I know.”

Having been away from Ferrowland for quite some time, Ronald was bound to be busy now that he was back. Stella obediently settled on the couch.

Seeing her sitting there so sweetly, he kissed her forehead before heading out the door. He took the medical report with him, tucking it neatly into his pocket.

Yvonne came down from upstairs.

Spotting Stella alone on the couch, she asked, puzzled, “Where’s my Brother?”

“He went out,” Stella replied, taking another bite from the apple she was holding.

Yvonne raised an eyebrow, “He still has the mind to go out?”

They had just confirmed that Stella was pregnant, and Yvonne had thought her Brother would drop everything to take care of her, considering how the Quinn family always viewed Stella as the least disciplined one.

Her sleeping habits were erratic, and she ate whatever she fancied, which had landed her in the hospital more than once.

Stella didn’t respond, instead resting her chin on the couch back as she looked up at Yvonne, “What did he say to you earlier?”

She had meant to wait outside the study, but the conversation inside had taken so long that she eventually got hungry and wandered off. Mentioning the study brought a shadow over Yvonne’s face, “He said Xander’s a good guy.”

Stella blinked, “Huh?”

A good guy?

Was he serious when he said that?

Yvonne looked at Stella, “Do you think he’s a good guy?”

“Nope.” Stella shook her head without hesitation.

But Yvonne insisted, “He is.”

Stella was bewildered, “What’s going on with everyone…?”

Since Xander’s return, his easy comings and goings with the Quinn family had been odd enough. Now, both Ronald and Yvonne were calling him a good guy?

“You think he’s a good guy, too? I mean, seriously…”

Yvonne sighed, “Star, we all misunderstood him three years ago. Given the chaos back then, we didn’t give him a chance to explain.”

Indeed, three years ago, everything had spiraled out of control so suddenly. Who could have stayed calm and listened back then?

Stella asked, “So, what really happened?”

Yvonne explained, “Xander saved Mom and me. The night you left the Quinn family, a lot of Mervin Burton’s people showed up. Xander even sent you a message from another phone. Didn’t you see it?”

Stella was taken aback, “Uh… No, I didn’t see anything.”

Mervin Burton had always been at odds with the Quinns, and Lancelot was one of his.

Stella was incredulous, “I didn’t get any message. Are you sure? And what’s up with Regina Schultz?”

“Did Xander mention Regina to you back then?”

“No, he didn’t.”

“Then what happened?”

“Regina called me, saying you and Mom were in Xander’s hands and that I should get out of the Quinn family immediately.”

Yvonne nodded, “Right, that fits.”

Xander’s intention was to get you out of the Quinn family fast, and with Regina stirring things up…

Naturally, Stella assumed Xander had kidnapped her mom and Yvonne to threaten her.

“But something’s not adding up.” Stella looked at Yvonne, “He said if I didn’t want you guys dead, I should leave the Quinn family immediately.”

Wasn’t that a threat?

It sounded like an outright threat, didn’t it?

Someone you trusted suddenly throwing such harsh words your way…

Yvonne explained, “If you had come looking for us and something happened, Mom and I would have gone after you. Given the situation at the time…”

Yvonne left the rest unsaid, but it painted a clear enough picture of the chaotic circumstances they faced back then.

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Stella’s lips twitched slightly.

“Anyway, it’s just a misunderstanding between us and Xander,” Yvonne reiterated.

Stella remained silent, processing everything.

So much had happened over the years, and the situation back then was pretty chaotic.

“Couldn’t he just explain things properly?” Stella fumed, finally reacting.

“After that, he wouldn’t even let me keep in touch with my brother,” she added, her frustration growing.

When she first left Ferrowland, she and Xander still communicated a bit.

Yvonne sighed, “If you kept in touch with your brother, he would have come looking for you, unable to focus on dealing with all those issues.” Stella blinked, surprised. “Really?”

Honestly, she wasn’t inclined to trust Xander. In her mind, he was nothing but a schemer with a heart as black as his intentions.

“Later on, as you saw, your brother dealt with those issues and settled scores with Xander,” Yvonne explained.

“Wait, what?” Stella was taken aback.

She had no clue how far Ronald had gotten with handling those problems, but she knew the fallout with Xander had been explosive. “Couldn’t he have just clarified things?” Stella’s anger flared up again.

Yvonne shook her head, “The Schultz family was going through their own mess at the time. It’s been too long; it’s hard to explain.” Stella couldn’t believe it. “Exactly, it’s impossible to explain clearly now.”

The Schultz family’s troubles had indeed hit Xander hard.

“So, what’s my brother’s stance on Xander now?” Stella inquired.

If Ronald believed it was a misunderstanding, it probably was.

Stella was even more annoyed. That jerk Xander couldn’t say a word to clear things up, and she had to leave the Quinn family for years because of it.

If she hadn’t left Ferrowland, she wouldn’t have had to deal with the troublesome Larkin family.

Just thinking about the Larkin family made Stella’s head ache.

Yvonne continued, “Your brother wants me to marry him.”

Stella was stunned. “Wait, what?”

Everything seemed so jumbled in her mind.

Given Yvonne and Xander’s history, it was unbelievable that Ronald would suggest such a thing.

“How did this even happen?” Stella was baffled.

Resolving the misunderstanding was one thing, but having Yvonne marry Xander was another entirely.

No matter the misunderstanding, Xander wasn’t the same person he had been. After everything, he seemed more volatile, perhaps even with a hint of a rough edge.

Yvonne shrugged, “Ronald thinks he’s a good person.”

Stella was speechless. How many ‘good person’ cards was Xander going to get?

Did this mean Xander was better than Dan?

“So, are you going to marry him?” Stella asked, feeling the absurdity of the situation.

Xander wanting to marry Yvonne and Ronald not opposing it seemed so out of place.

Yvonne shook her head, “Marry him? Even if he’s a good guy, I can’t do that.”

Stella was somewhat relieved. “Right, you can’t marry someone just because they’re considered a good person.”

Still, something felt off; it couldn’t be that simple.

“I can’t talk anymore. I need to find Dan and get my stuff back,” Yvonne suddenly declared, her frustration bubbling over. “What?” Stella exclaimed.

“I’m going to take back what’s mine,” Yvonne said determinedly.

Stella was taken aback. “Are you talking about that file Xander lost?”

Exactly, what good would reclaiming that file do now? It’s likely everything that needed leaking had already been leaked.

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Yvonne couldn’t quite figure out why Ronald was so insistent on her marrying Xander. What was his deal, anyway?

But honestly, after the whole document fiasco, it felt like she owed Xander a little something.

So when Xander kept pestering her about those papers, she decided it was time to track down Dan and get them back.

That wretched man…

Whether or not he used her this time was beside the point; he definitely threw her under the bus in front of Xander.

The more Yvonne thought about it, the angrier she got.

As soon as Stella heard Yvonne was planning to confront Dan, she grabbed her arm, “Wait, hold on. You can’t just go.”

The way Dan was treating Yvonne now… it was suspicious. Stella wouldn’t be surprised if Dan’s supposed “death” years ago was all a sham.

If that was the case, Stella figured Dan never truly loved Yvonne. Someone like that? Not worth her time.

Yvonne raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“He probably doesn’t love you,” Stella said bluntly. It was harsh, and she knew it might hurt Yvonne, but she needed her sister to prioritize herself. Yvonne gave a small, sarcastic smile. “Oh, come on. You think I’m going over there for what, exactly?”

Stella hesitated, “Uh…”

Yvonne rolled her eyes. “For a romantic rendezvous?”

Stella was taken aback, “!!!”

No, that wasn’t it. She just didn’t want Yvonne to see Dan again. After all, they’d just found him, and those old feelings were likely still buried deep within her.

Yvonne understood Stella’s concern and patted her on the shoulder, “Don’t worry. I’m not made of glass.”

Stella frowned, “So, what are you-“

“I’m just going to get Xander’s stuff back. That jerk thinks he can use me? Ha, we’ll see about that.”

Yvonne’s voice was full of determination, especially when she mentioned dealing with Dan. Her teeth were practically grinding.

Stella still wasn’t convinced, “But—”

“Oh, come on. It’s just some guy trying to use me. Like I’d ever let him get to me.”

At that moment, Stella connected the dots. All that memory loss and pretending not to recognize her… Dan had to have an agenda when he came into her life. Now, he was probably using her all over again.

Yvonne noticed Stella’s uncertainty, “You’re not buying that, are you?”

“Buying what?” Yvonne gave her a pointed look.

Stella sighed, “You know, falling head over heels, losing yourself in him.”

“Seriously? Do I look like someone who’d do that?”

Stella didn’t answer, but she remembered seeing plenty of girls in Portis City who did just that. Back when they were working at the studio, she’ seen young women break down, lamenting, “I gave him everything, how could he love someone else?” or “We’ve been together for three years, how could he just leave me?” It was heart-wrenching.

Even when Stella and Ronald split, it was tough, but she couldn’t stand seeing people so distraught.

Yvonne met Stella’s worried gaze and took a deep breath, “Alright, alright. I’ll get the stuff and be right back.”

Her sister was so innocent, best not to corrupt her. Their big brother would blow a gasket if he found out.

Stella hesitated, “Maybe you should call Mom first.”

Yvonne’s eyes widened. “What?”

“Or drop a text to our Brother.”

Stella couldn’t just let Yvonne leave without a heads-up.

Yvonne playfully flicked Stella’s forehead, “Feeling bold, huh?”

Did Stella think she was still a teenager needing permission to step out? It’s been years since she did anything without thinking for herself.

“Okay, I’ll be back soon. Be good, and make yourself some dinner,” Yvonne said, heading out with a reassuring wave.

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Before Stella could say a word, Yvonne had already stormed off, leaving a tense silence in her wake.

Stella rubbed her forehead, which throbbed a little from the unexpected encounter.

Seeing this, the butler hastily approached, concern etched on his face. “Miss, let me take a look. Are you alright?”

Stella winced slightly. “Just a bit of a headache.”

It genuinely did hurt a little.

When she moved her hand away, a red mark had formed on her forehead.

The butler remained silent, but his thoughts were clear. Did the second young lady forget that Miss Stella is expecting? If the young master finds out, there will be consequences.

Quickly, he instructed one of the maids to bring a warm towel to soothe Stella’s forehead.

Stella’s skin was always sensitive, prone to redness with even the slightest pressure.

As she held the warm towel to her forehead, she picked up her phone and dialed Ronald. He answered promptly, his voice warm and familiar. “Star.”

“Yvonne went to see Dan.”

Ronald reassured her calmly. “I know.”

“But what if she…”

“Don’t worry. Dan wouldn’t dare try anything while he’s in Ferrowland,” Ronald said, his voice gentle and soothing.

Hearing Ronald’s reassurance, Stella felt her anxiety ease a bit.

After hanging up, she handed the towel back to the maid with a polite, “Thank you.”

The maid beamed, visibly pleased.

Not long after, another maid brought her a bowl of freshly washed strawberries. “Miss, these just arrived today. They’re very fresh.”

The vibrant red berries looked incredibly tempting, and Stella couldn’t resist swallowing in anticipation.

“Thank you,” she said, her eyes lighting up.

They looked absolutely delicious.

Although she hadn’t deprived herself during her time in Portis City, nothing quite matched the comfort of being home.

She picked up a berry and took a bite. “So sweet.”

“Madam specifically had these sent over, knowing you love them.”

A warmth spread through Stella at the mention of her mother.

Meanwhile, in the car.

Ronald was aware that Yvonne had gone to see Dan. His eyes, behind gold-rimmed glasses, glinted coldly.

He addressed Idris, who was seated in the front. “What have you found?”

“After Dan supposedly passed away in Ferrowland, he didn’t return to Sands City until six months later.”

“Six months later?” Ronald echoed, his brow furrowing.

Idris nodded. “Yes, in that time, from Ferrowland to Sands City, we couldn’t trace his whereabouts.” “And his illness?”

“It’s real.”

Ronald fell silent, absorbing the information.

If Dan’s illness was genuine, then…

When Ronald first heard of Dan’s presence in Sands City, it struck him as odd.

Why was he alive? And if he was alive, why hadn’t he sought out Yvonne?

Questions without answers swirled in his mind.

Idris added, “He truly has amnesia.”

Though it seemed improbable, the reality was, Dan genuinely didn’t remember Yvonne.

Ronald inhaled deeply. “Have Louis keep an eye on Yvonne from a distance, just to be safe.” Given Dan’s amnesia, there was still a need for caution, especially regarding Yvonne. Idris nodded, already reaching for his phone to contact Louis.

That evening.

With Ronald, Yvonne, and her mother all away, Stella had a light dinner before retreating to her room.

She hadn’t eaten much, partly because there were always people offering her snacks throughout the afternoon.

In her half-asleep state, she heard the door gently open. Ronald was back, his warm hand tracing the contours of her face, taking in her serene expression.

A soft tenderness filled his gaze; having her here felt so right.

Stella blinked sleepily, her eyes meeting Ronald’s. She smiled sweetly. “You’re back?”

Her innocent demeanor made Ronald’s heart swell, his voice softening. “Yeah.”

Stella murmured, “What time is it?”

“Eleven o’clock. Go back to sleep. I’ll just take a quick shower.”

Stella mumbled, her words a little slurred with sleepiness, “Want to sleep together?”

“Hmm?” Ronald chuckled softly.

Stella, still caught in her sleepy haze, hadn’t realized they’d easily navigated past Lottie’s earlier concerns.

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Chapter 551

In the medical room, Dylan was having a fit of laughter. He’d been chuckling for a solid ten minutes since hearing that Finley was heading to the Muliba Desert.

Finley, who was the unfortunate recipient of this amusement, was not amused. His face was darkening by the second. “How long are you planning to laugh?”

He was utterly exasperated, and yet here Dylan was, feeling it laughable. It was one thing about the behavior, but how could he laugh for so long? To think his personality was like that.

Dylan grabbed a tissue. “You’ve finally irked Mr. Quinn. I always said your big mouth would get you in trouble one day.”

Anyone who knew Finley knew he had a knack for sticking his foot in his mouth, and everyone had been waiting to see how long it would take for Ronald to lose his patience with him.

“It’s not my mouth that’s the issue,” Finley muttered, rubbing his forehead in frustration.

He was kicking himself for not realizing Stella was pregnant. It hadn’t even crossed his mind. Meanwhile, Ronald, who usually wasn’t the most observant, had figured it out.

What no one knew was that while Finley was begrudgingly packing for the Muliba Desert trip, he was also berating himself for not seeing the signs. How could he have been so oblivious? Ronald and Stella had been together for a while; it was only natural for her to be expecting.

And yet, Finley had overestimated Ronald’s restraint – assuming he wouldn’t let her get pregnant before marriage.

Now, it seemed he’d ignored the part that given the years when Stella went missing, Ronald would do anything to keep her close, even tie her down with a baby.

Dylan was still giggling, clutching his stomach. “So, what’s the real reason?”

Finley was at a loss. Dylan’s teasing was getting under his skin, but he had to admit, he was hatching a plan. If he could convince Dylan to accompany him to the desert, maybe he’d think twice before mocking him again.

Stella was due for a check-up soon. Knowing Dylan’s penchant for jumping to conclusions, which meant he might probably end up with the same fate as his, Finley figured he’d likely misdiagnose her. After all, not many in the Quinn family knew about Stella and Ronald’s relationship yet.

Finley’s eyes lit up at the thought. “You know, the little princess is coming in for a check-up. She’s been feeling off lately.”

“What kind of ‘off’?” Dylan asked, his demeanor turning serious at the mention of Stella not feeling well.

“Just a bit of a stomach issue,” Finley replied. “Probably because Ronald overfed her while they were in Portis City.”

Finley emphasized “overfed”, deliberately trying to lead Dylan astray. But Dylan, ever perceptive, frowned. “That doesn’t sound right. Mr. Quinn always keeps a close eye on her diet. We all know she has a sensitive stomach.”

Stella’s love for food, despite her delicate stomach, was a well-known fact among the Quinn family and the Lugar family. Ronald had always been cautious about it.

Finley’s claim raised skepticism in Dylan as he gazed at Finley. “You’re lying, aren’t you? What are you trying to achieve?”

Finley’s eyes twitched fiercely, marveling at how meticulous this guy could be. Star had been away for years, and Dylan still kept her. Stomach issue on mind?

Finley waved his hand dismissively. “Why would I lie? Ronald hadn’t seen Stella in years. Of course, he’d spoil her.”

Dylan was silent. Was that so?

Finley continued, “Anyway, she’ll definitely need a check-up. Make sure to focus on her stomach.”

He stressed the word “stomach”, steering Dylan’s attention where he wanted it. If he was going to the Muliba Desert, he sure as heck wasn’t going alone.

Dylan pondered for a moment and nodded. “Alright.”

But then he hesitated. “Why isn’t Mr. Quinn having you check on her?”

Finley had accompanied them to Portis City, so it made sense for

him to handle Stella’s check-up. Something felt off to Dylan.

“I’m busy,” Finley uttered.

“Busy with what?”

Finley gritted his teeth. “Busy getting ready for the trip to the desert. I need to pack things up now. You take care of Stella.”

With that, Finley stormed off.

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Even though the matter over there was crucial, Finley just couldn’t bring himself to go, especially to the Muliba Desert. The climate was harsh, and the threat of outbreaks loomed over it like a bad omen. Not even the most brilliant minds wanted to venture there, much less someone like him.

As Finley left, Dylan’s mind wandered back into contemplation, and before long, Yvonne and Lottie arrived in the medical room with Stella.

Seeing Lottie, Dylan quickly stood up and greeted her respectfully.

Lottie guided Stella forward. “Please tend to her wounds. Oh, and she might be pregnant. See what medication you can give.”

Dylan’s eyes widened.

Pregnant?

That sneaky Finley, setting him up like this! If he had only checked Stella’s stomach and prescribed a bunch of meds, he’d be the one shipped off to that desolate desert with him.

He’d have a word with him later, that was for sure.

Noticing Dylan’s hesitation, Lottie asked, “Is something wrong?”

“I’ll treat her wounds first,” Dylan responded, quickly gathering medication safe for expectant mothers. She bandaged Stella’s injuries, all the while simmering with frustration towards Finley.

Meanwhile, in the study, Ronald lit a cigarette with a grim expression, tossing the pack to Xander.

Xander caught it, agitatedly pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, his breath still uneven. “Is she really pregnant? Is the child yours?”

Xander’s voice was low and dangerous, seemingly ready to explode and tear Ronald apart if the latter uttered a single “yes”.

Ronald glanced at him icily, offering no answer. That one look was enough to infuriate Xander. “Ronald, that’s my freaking fiancée, promised by our elders, spoken with clear intent. Who do you think you are?”

Xander couldn’t contain himself any longer, his anger flaring up as he slammed a fist onto the desk. The force made the items on it tremble.

Their eyes locked, and the tension in the room was so thick it was almost tangible.

Ronald smirked coldly. “Promised by elders? Do you forget the state they were in when they said that?”

“What state?” Xander ground out, teeth clenched. Even knowing he couldn’t best Ronald, he felt his fists itch to connect with his face.

Ronald interlaced his fingers on the desk, leaning forward slightly. “They were drunk off their minds. And as someone sober, you took it seriously?”

Xander was left speechless; his breath hitched at the revelation as he recalled the scene. Ronald had a point; it was said when his father and Mr. Quinn were inebriated.

“So what? Being drunk doesn’t strip them of being elders,” Xander snapped, defensively.

Ronald let out a soft laugh. “Is your father still considered your elder?”

Xander’s face fell, his emotions crumbling. That old coot… did he deserve to be called an elder?

Ronald sneered, “If I remember correctly, you severed ties with Mr. Schultz two years ago, right? You’ve been telling everyone you’re not part of the Schultz family.”

Xander retorted, “I’m not part of the Schultz family, but I’m still Xander. Stella is my fiancée.”

“What are you hoping to achieve by saying that?”

Xander was taken aback.

“Nothing,” Ronald remarked, eyes narrowing slightly.

Stung by the comment, Xander grew agitated, his grip on reason slipping. “I don’t care. She’s mine, and you have to give her back.”

Though Xander’s voice was filled with rage, if you listened closely, there was a hint of hurt beneath it all when he uttered “give her back”.

After that fateful day with their elders, he’d always thought of Stella as his. And now, facing someone unreasonable trying to take her away, it was infuriating.

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When logic failed, Xander resorted to good old-fashioned nonsense. Honestly, he’d always been the master of nonsense.

That troublesome Stella, three years ago, she’d misunderstood him, and now she was holding it against him? He’d texted her covertly from another phone, for Pete’s sake! Was she blind back then and just didn’t see it?

Ronald lifted his eyes coldly. “Give back?”

Xander replied, “Yeah, she’s mine, you gotta give her back. No matter what, I want her.”

When it came to Stella, Xander adopted a no-nonsense,

take-no-prisoners stance. No amount of reasoning would sway him.

Ronald let out a dry chuckle, snuffing his cigarette in the ashtray with a hiss.

“I noticed earlier that your hands seemed a bit too friendly with Yvonne’s chest.”

Xander’s lips twitched. “What are you talking about?”

Earlier? What situation was he talking about? Was he not seeing straight? Whatever happened, it wasn’t like that at all!

Ronald asked, “Not planning on taking responsibility?”

Xander was flabbergasted. What? Taking responsibility? Was he serious?

Meeting Ronald’s dead-serious gaze, Xander felt a twitch of panic. “Hey, do you even know why I came to see Yvonne today? She stole something of mine.”

Ronald didn’t respond.

“Ronald, I’m telling you, this is low, even for you. Have you no shame?”

He came to get his stuff back from Yvonne, to ask Ronald to let Star go, and Ronald was pulling this stunt on him?

What was this? Was Ronald trying to pawn off Yvonne, that tomboy, on him because Dan was out of the picture?

Ronald lit another cigarette. “But you did touch her, and Yvonne is a lady. A lady’s reputation…”

The way he said Yvonne’s name, like she was some delicate flower, made Xander’s blood boil. “Lady? Ronald, are you seriously calling Yvonne a lady? Can you say that with a straight face?”

Ronald played along. “I can indeed.”

Xander was floored. Did he dig up the Quinn family’s grave in a past life to deserve this? Was Ronald really going through with this?

“So you’re retaliating by siccing her on me?”

Xander was about to blow a gasket. It was clear now; Ronald was doing this for Stella, shoving Yvonne into his life.

A sharp pang struck Xander’s chest in sheer exasperation. “Are you hoping Yvonne would slip poison into my coffee at night?”

This wasn’t just a woman being thrust upon him. With Yvonne’s reputation, which he was well aware of, it was akin to being handed a ticking time bomb.

“Cut the crap,” Xander howled, his frustration palpable.

Ronald chuckled lightly. “My sister isn’t someone just anyone can push around.”

Xander’s lips twitched. Was Ronald serious?

“Yvonne’s one true love was Dan, and that guy’s still living rent-free in her head. And Dan’s no saint; he’s done more than his share of pushing.”

Yvonne had gone to confront him, only to find out he was marrying someone else. It was like a slap in her face, echoing loudly.

Ronald said, “How do you know Dan’s living happily ever after?”

Xander asked, “What do you mean?”

Was Ronald suggesting Dan wasn’t happy now? No way.

Yvonne had just gone to Sands City, and there were so many things still up in the air. Ronald’s actions seemed protective to those who got it, but to the uninitiated, he seemed utterly unreasonable. And he wasn’t exactly known for being the most reasonable guy in the room. One would understand after hearing the nonsense he just spewed.

“I barely touched her, and it wasn’t on purpose. You expect me to marry Yvonne? Does she even want that?” Xander was practically bouncing with frustration.

Before Ronald could respond, Yvonne’s voice rang out from the doorway. “Yes.”

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Ronald remained silent, while Xander was shaken to his core.

Turning around, Xander looked at Yvonne, who had appeared at the door without anyone noticing. His mouth twitched in disbelief.

“What, what, what do you mean? Was there no place for reason anymore? What do you mean by ‘yes’? Yes, for what?”

Yvonne walked in with her arms crossed. “For marrying you, of course. That way, you won’t have the chance to think about anything else. After all, Star would never want a divorced guy. I’m making sure you have no damn chance.”

Xander’s mind went completely blank at her declaration. He stared at Yvonne, pupils contracting, unable to believe what he was hearing. Did Yvonne really say that? She wanted to make sure he had no chance with Stella!?

“You’d sacrifice your happiness to make sure I have no chance with Stella?”

Yvonne shrugged, arms still crossed. “Yep, exactly. Is that a problem?”

Xander’s breath was coming in quick, angry bursts. This was crazy, completely insane.

“And what about Dan? He wouldn’t want a divorced woman, either.”

Xander, frustrated, brought up Dan, the man who had occupied a corner of Yvonne’s heart for years, never fading from memory. Right now, Xander was utterly dumbfounded. He had come here to confront Yvonne about sneaking his documents over to Dan. And now, he felt like he was the one being cornered, unable to escape.

Yvonne was unfazed. “Dan’s marrying someone else now. No big deal, we can both be ‘the divorced’.”

Xander leapt up in anger. “Who wants to be that with you? Stop dragging me into this mess! I’m telling you, there’s no way I could ever like you.”

Fueled by anger, Xander spoke in a gradually harsher tone.

Yvonne raised an eyebrow. “Let’s get married tomorrow, and divorce the next day. Who needs love anyway? Or we could just stay married, doesn’t really matter if there’s love or not.”

Xander was rendered speechless. So, she just wanted him to be the divorced man who would stand no chance with Stella?

As their back-and-forth continued, Ronald cast a deep, thoughtful glance at Yvonne. The situation had spiraled out of control.

Yvonne snapped, “You shameless fool, Star’s pregnant with my brother’s kid. Why are you meddling?

With your track record, it’d be a miracle if Star wanted to marry you. She doesn’t, and you’re still pestering her, you disgraceful mess.”

Yvonne had been furious since earlier, and now she was letting Xander have it.

Xander always knew the Quinn family was sharp-tongued, especially Stella, who seemed soft and gentle. But under the Quinn family’s tutelage, even she knew how to hold her own.

These past few days, Yvonne had only come to pick fights with him, without much verbal sparring. Now that her verbal skills were kicking in, Xander felt like she was an exploding firecracker…

“Are you done yet? Yvonne, I’m telling you, quit twisting things around and give me back my stuff.”

Did she really think that by arguing like this, he’d forget why he came? If that was the plan, they really miscalculated.

At the mention of that stuff, Yvonne got even more annoyed. Though she knew it was hard to explain, she really hadn’t taken it.

“What stuff? I didn’t take anything.”

Honestly, with this guy, she couldn’t explain herself anymore.

Her nonchalant, non-explanatory attitude only reignited Xander’s anger. “You just came from Dan’s place and then came to attack me for Stella. I thought you really cared about Stella. Turns out you had ulterior motives all along? Now the documents are with Dan, and you say you didn’t take them?”

Yvonne was speechless. Could this guy’s brain be any sharper? Even with things so tangled, he managed to piece it together.

Yvonne wished she could just pass out and be done with it.

Looks like she’d have to get serious with Xander, this stubborn mule.

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The Quinn household was in an uproar, and not in the way anyone expected. When Stella returned, everyone thought Xander would be the first to cause a scene over her. But it was actually the mysterious document that set Xander ablaze this time. The situation was a chaotic mess, and poor Yvonne was caught right in the middle of it all, unable to detach herself.

Across town, in the villa, Susanna Tucker was still reeling from the shock. It had been two hours since Stella left, and Susanna was left stunned by Hull’s revelation about her mother’s whereabouts.

“The Black Gate?”

What kind of name was that? Sounds like something out of a bad movie.

Hull set down his coffee cup and nodded solemnly. “According to the leads, your mother was indeed taken by people from the Black Gate.”

“What exactly is the Black Gate?”

She had heard whispers about it, enough to know it was bad news, like the kind of organization that dealt in all sorts of illegal activities. But the specifics were beyond her.

Hull glanced at her. “Think of it as a group that’s into all things illegal-robbery, arson, you name it.”

Susanna cringed at the thought. That kind of place?

“No way. My mom’s a respectable businesswoman. She wouldn’t be caught dead with people like that. She always attaches importance to social norms.”

Her mother, as Susanna knew her, was the epitome of discretion and courtesy. She was nothing like Stella’s flashy mom, Cloudia, who flaunted her wealth like she was on a reality TV show. Susanna’s mom remained humble and amiable, even when she made a fortune.

Hull added, “We’re still verifying if she’s there.”

Susanna’s instinct was to call Stella immediately. She reached for her phone, ready to dial. But before she could, Hull snatched the phone from her hand.

She looked at him, bewildered. “What are you doing?”

Hull gave her a cold stare. “Susie, you thinking of kicking the ladder away and ditching me?”

Susanna twitched her lips. What? Susie? He…

“No, it’s not like that. I just thought I shouldn’t trouble you anymore.”

As she spoke, Hull’s expression darkened further, making her voice trail off into a whisper. His glare was enough to make anyone second-guess themselves.

Did what she did count as kicking the ladder away? It seemed… yes. But… If she had left with Star earlier, she assumed Star would also be willing to track her mother down. Or if Ronald asked Hull, wouldn’t he spill the beans?

Hull tossed her phone onto the bed. “It’s no trouble. You’ve already had plenty of it.”

Susanna sighed at his reply.

“I’m sorry about last night. I really didn’t mean to cause any issues.”

Hull stated, “Until we clear that up, you’re not leaving here. You can just forget about that.”

“Not even if Mr. Quinn himself comes to fetch you,” Hull added.

Susanna’s face fell at this. Even if Ronald himself showed up, it wouldn’t matter. Here, in Ferrowland, she was just another nobody, while Hull held significant sway with Mr. Quinn. Not even Star’s influence could change that.

She shot Hull a frustrated look. “How long will your people take to figure this out? I’m telling you, I won’t do anything anymore.”

This was absurd. They’d forced her to care for Hull despite her incompetence, and now they were pinning the blame on her for the fallout.

Feeling indignant, Susanna crossed her arms. Last night’s fiasco wasn’t entirely her fault, and it irked her to be blamed for it. She couldn’t shake off the feeling of having been wronged. What a mess!

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Stella was right. When it came to Hull, it was all about survival, and from now on, she’s not doing a single thing.

Listening to her voice, full of grievance, Hull glanced down, a slight smirk creeping onto his lips.

“Then don’t do anything.”

Susanna inquired, “So you just want to keep a freeloader around?”

“A suspect.”

Susanna’s eyes widened.

“Alright then, a suspect it is,” she murmured to herself.

After all, what happened last night was no small thing. Hull had a close call, and Susanna knew if anything had happened to him, she probably wouldn’t have lived to see today.

“Just make sure your people get to the bottom of this quickly,” she insisted. She swore that once everything was resolved, she’d fly straight to Stella and never look back at Hull again.

Over the past few days, Susanna, who had never believed in bad luck, was beginning to suspect that Hull was a jinx. How many things had gone wrong since she’d been around him? She still had a lot of living left to do.

“But what if your people get it wrong?” Susanna asked, glancing at Hull with apprehension.

After all, it was his team doing the digging. If they pinned something on her by mistake, she’d be done for. They were already itching to get rid of her as it was; if they found anything solid, she’d be toast.

Her thoughts spiraled, and she felt her heart race with anxiety.

Hull looked at her, silent but with a hint of danger in his gaze.

Susanna was even more on edge. “I mean, nobody’s perfect, right? Mistakes happen.”

Surely she wouldn’t have to pay with her life for someone else’s mistake?

“If they’re wrong,” Hull said, “they’re as good as dead.”

Susanna gulped. So, the investigators would be in trouble. But what about her?

Meeting Hull’s dangerous gaze, Susanna swallowed hard, a picture of despondency. Clearly, reasoning with some outlaw like Hull was futile.

Feeling a little defeated, Susanna slumped as she headed downstairs, her spirits as low as they could get.

Silas had been efficient, hiring a cook for the villa, though there were still no other staff around. The cook greeted Susanna with a respectful nod. “Hello, Ms. Tucker.”

“Hi,” Susanna replied, her voice lacking energy.

The cook handed her a freshly squeezed glass of orange juice. “This is for Mr. Miguel. Could you please take it up to his room?”

When Silas had hired her, he’d been clear: no one was to enter Hull’s study or bedroom, and it was best to avoid going upstairs altogether. But since Hull wasn’t coming down, the task fell to Susanna.

The moment the cook asked her to take the juice to Hull, memories of all the trouble she’d caused around him flooded back. Alarms went off in her head.

“No, no, no,” she declined, shaking her head vigorously. “I’m not going to do anything right now.”

What if the juice was tampered with? If something happened to Hull after drinking it, she’d be implicated for sure.

Back when she was the only one handling things, disasters happened easily enough. Now, with two people involved…

Having learned her lesson, Susanna refused to touch anything related to Hull.

The cook looked puzzled.

“You go ahead,” Susanna insisted. Not a chance she got involved.

The cook uttered, “But Silas said I’m not supposed to enter Mr. Miguel’s bedroom or study, not even go upstairs.”

“Then let him come down for it.”

Anyway, she wasn’t going to deliver that.

The cook hesitated. Asking Mr. Miguel to come down? She wouldn’t dare.

Susanna shrugged. “Or you could just leave it at his door instead of walking in.”

“Silas said not to go to the second floor, and if I touch something I shouldn’t, I could get into serious trouble.”

Susanna fell silent. Something they shouldn’t touch…

Susanna remembered Silas telling her the same thing about not touching certain things. Even Stella had warned her that entering Hull’s domain uninvited could be perilous.

“Well, I’m not going. He can come down when he’s thirsty.”

The cook was clearly distressed.

Susanna was done with anything related to Hull. Just as she was to add more, Stella’s call came through, and Susanna eagerly picked it up. “Hey, Star.”

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“Susie, what’s your mom got to do with the Black Gate?”

Stella’s voice came through the phone, direct as an arrow. That kind of straightforwardness took Susanna by surprise.

“Nothing, why do you ask?”

Her mom was a proper businesswoman. What on earth could she have to do with a place like that?

Surely, there was no connection. And if there was, it had to be something infuriating like the Black Gate taking her against her will. Why a reputable businesswoman like her mom would be taken by them, Susanna couldn’t fathom.

“Are you sure?” Stella asked, a hint of doubt creeping into her voice.

“Positive. What’s wrong?”

Stella sighed. “Well, here’s the odd thing.”

Susanna’s heart leapt into her throat. “What’s odd?”

“Just earlier, I overheard someone mention that the former head of the Black Gate was a woman named Lacey Tucker.”

While getting a check-up, she overheard her mom on the phone. They were saying that the Black Gate’s ex-boss had returned.

Lacey. Susanna’s mom’s name was Lacey, too.

“That can’t be the same person,” Susanna responded without hesitation.

Before Stella could interject, she added, “There are loads of people with the same name.”

“True,” Stella agreed.

But there was something about hearing that name, especially with Susanna’s mom missing, that felt like more than just a coincidence.

If her mom were safe and sound in Portis City, it could be written off as a name twin. But now…

“Hang on, it doesn’t sound right,” Susanna suddenly exclaimed.

“Hmm?” Stella prompted.

“Hull said my mom was taken by the Black Gate’s people.”

There wasn’t absolute proof yet, but if Hull was saying it, there had to be some lead. With leads in place, this whole thing…

Susanna’s breath hitched as she realized the implications.

This was the Black Gate they were talking about! She’d heard the rumors. The ex-boss was supposedly taken out by the current head. Power struggles in places like that were bound to have a dark undercurrent.

“Hull said that?” Stella asked.

“Yeah,” Susanna replied, anxiety rising.

Her mom was named Lacey, and the ex-boss of the Black Gate was named Lacey. Now, her mom had been taken by them? Even with no apparent connection in Susanna’s mind, such coincidences were hard to ignore.

“What…” Stella started.

“Star, you have to help me figure this out.”

“Is this why you wouldn’t come with me earlier?” Stella asked.

She’d suspected Susanna’s sudden change of heart had something to do with Hull. Were they using Lacey to negotiate with Susanna? In Portis City, Susanna didn’t see her mom often, but it didn’t mean there was no bond. Their interactions might have seemed purely financial, but Susanna deeply relied on her mom, always seeking her approval. Her tendency to cry at the drop of a hat showed she wasn’t the kind to cut ties easily.

Susanna took a shaky breath. “What else could it be?”

If not for her mom, she’d have left with Stella for sure.

“Should I come get you now?” Stella offered.

“Might as well not.”

Thinking about Hull’s warnings, Susanna figured that even if Stella picked her up, Hull would still cause trouble. Better to stay put, let Hull’s people sort things out. Then she could leave with a clear conscience.

Her mind was consumed with worries for her mom. Staying with Stella might only complicate things if Hull kept hounding her. Stella heard the defeat in Susanna’s voice. “What’s going on now?”

Susanna replied, “Hull keeps harping on about me giving the wrong meds, claiming I’m the mole. He won’t let it go without proof.”

Stella was taken aback. What?! Harping on it?

“He’s just bluffing, surely,” Stella said, annoyed. In her view, that’s all it was. Those sharp eyes of Hull’s – they were as shrewd as a hawk’s. He’d seen it all over the years, hadn’t he?

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He could definitely be judged that Susanna wasn’t the type to be a mole. Something was not adding up.

Hearing what Stella said, Susanna asked, “Are you saying I’m being tricked?”

“Absolutely.”

“But why?”

Stella replied, “Because you’re gullible? He’s trying to trick you into bed.”

Ronald had mentioned that Hull was into Susanna. All his actions spoke volumes then.

Susanna’s eyes widened in disbelief. That was ridiculous!

Sure, she looked comely, but she knew her place. She had nothing in her possession, nor was she exactly a supermodel, but the idea that Hull would go through all this trouble just to play her seemed far-fetched.

Before she could articulate her thoughts further, Stella’s voice was interrupted by Yvonne’s shouting in the background. “Star, I’m not done with that jerk, Xander!”

“I’ve got to go. Catch up tomorrow. Call me if you need anything, alright? I’ll come pick you up if necessary.”

With that, Stella ended the call, leaving Susanna to stew over her thoughts.

Was Hull really playing around? She shook her head, trying to dismiss the absurd notion.

Meanwhile, Stella was for a routine check-up. Just as things were wrapping up, Yvonne burst in, her temper flaring.

Lottie, who had been keeping Stella company, was returning from the restroom when the test result revealed two red lines! An emergency ultrasound was promptly arranged.

Lottie’s face lit up with delight. “Oh my Star, you’re going to have a little one soon!”

Her happiness was short-lived as Yvonne’s dramatic entrance shifted the mood. Seeing Yvonne get closer, Lottie instinctively pulled Stella behind, shielding her.

“Yvonne, whatever beef you have with Xander, don’t bring it here. We don’t want any stress for our Star.”

Yvonne was taken aback. What? Stress?

“Wait, I…”

Lottie warned, “What about you? I’m telling you, try not to act agitated around Star, you don’t want to scare our Little Star.”

Yvonne uttered, “Little Star?”

Lottie replied, “Yep, come and check. Right here, that’s the little one.”

She pointed to a certain part of the sonogram, explaining to Yvonne it was a baby.

Yvonne squinted at the image, utterly perplexed.

“That blob is Little Star?”

Was that a baby? It was not like she hadn’t seen what a baby looked like.

Lottie answered, “Yes, it is, that’s how they start.”

“Really? But it doesn’t seem like one.”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, it is a baby. This is how babies look in the womb!”

Noticing her mother’s rising frustration, Yvonne pursed her lips. “If you say so.”

Lottie ignored her skepticism, too caught up in her excitement as she fixed her eyes on the report.

Yvonne, however, was on a mission of her own. “By the way, I’m marrying Xander.”

The room went silent instantly, both Lottie and Stella staring at her in shock.

Stella froze, gazing at Yvonne in astonishment. “You’re marrying Xander? When?”

“Tomorrow, if all goes according to plan. And then probably divorcing the next day.”

Stella and Lottie were left speechless. What was she talking about? The idea of planning a wedding and a divorce in the same breath was confounding.

Yvonne elaborated, “Xander keeps pestering Star even though she’s pregnant. So I figure, if I tie him down with marriage, he won’t have time to bother her. If he still doesn’t behave himself even after the marriage, I’d resist divorcing him and tie him to me for life.”

Lottie and Stella both caught the drift, though her words were baffling.

Stella felt flabbergasted. “Yvonne, you don’t have to do that.”

She was trying to keep Xander away from Stella, even if it meant sacrificing her own happiness. If she did that, wouldn’t she be bound by that kind of marriage as well?

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Xander and Ronald’s conversation ended on a sour note.

Leaving the study, Xander headed straight to find Stella, who was still in the medical room.

When Yvonne announced she wanted to marry Xander, Lottie was immediately alarmed. Pulling her aside, she demanded, “What are you thinking? Is this something to be taken lightly?”

Even though Xander’s feelings toward Stella were troubling, Lottie couldn’t support Yvonne’s reckless plan to resolve the situation. Yvonne was throwing herself into the mess.

For years, Ronald had treated Xander poorly. Xander was bound to hold a grudge against the Quinn family. If Yvonne went through with her plan, it would only lead to more animosity between her and Xander, a situation where they’d constantly be at each other’s throats. What kind of mother could stand to see her daughter suffer like that?

Yvonne retorted, “I’m doing this to get back at Xander, that jerk.”

Lottie’s temper flared. “Have you lost your mind?”

This wasn’t about revenge; it was practically self-sabotage.

Yvonne merely grunted in response.

Lottie felt a twitch at her lips as her daughter remained silent. “Are you serious about this?”

Yvonne nodded. “Yeah.”

As soon as she nodded, Lottie gave her a light smack on the back of her head. “You silly brat, are you trying to ruin your life?”

How could she be so clueless? Lottie had always prided herself on raising Yvonne and Stella well all these years. But now, in critical moments, they seemed to falter. One had fled, and the other was considering marriage as a means of revenge. It was infuriating.

Yvonne protested, “I’m doing it for Star! With Xander’s attitude, how can she have a peaceful pregnancy?”

Stella chimed in, “I can do it.”

She nodded firmly, insisting that if Yvonne didn’t go through with her plan, she could still have a peaceful pregnancy. But if Yvonne did, hearing daily about her fights with Xander would make it impossible for her to relax.

Yvonne began, “But…”

“Enough,” Lottie interrupted, her face turning a shade of green in exasperation. Just when she had a moment’s peace, Yvonne had to stir up trouble.

Yvonne was about to argue further when Lottie’s phone rang. She stepped aside to answer it, her anger barely contained. Whatever was said on the other end, her response was icy and final. “Not happening.”

Her voice, along with the gaze, held the same lethal edge as Ronald’s had earlier. A moment ago, she was a worried mother, but now she resembled a lioness, fierce and unyielding.

Hanging up, she gave Stella and Yvonne a look. “I have to head out. Yvonne, take Star back to her room.”

“Okay,” Yvonne replied while nodding, suddenly meek under her

mother’s stern gaze.

Lottie had barely left when Xander appeared, eyes fixed dangerously on Stella, as if he was about to say something.

Yvonne quickly stepped in front of Stella, challenging him, “What? Looking for a fight?”

Xander’s eyes were cold. “If you don’t want Dan to die again, that document better be in my hands within three days.”

Yvonne was taken aback. Three days?

The threat in Xander’s tone was unmistakable. She understood that failing to return whatever it was in time would have dire consequences.

“But why tell me?”

What did a man who was planning to marry someone else have to do with her? The memory of their time in Sands City brought a sting to Yvonne’s heart.

Xander coolly replied, “I’m just informing you.”

That was it, just a notification. The rest was for Yvonne to figure out. She’d pass the message to Dan anyway.

“Fine, but this has nothing to do with me. I’ll call him right now,” she said defiantly as Xander turned to leave.

Frustrated by Xander’s implication that she was involved, Yvonne dialed Dan’s number right in front of him.

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Yvonne had never been falsely accused like this in her entire life, and seeing Xander with that accusatory look on his face was just driving her insane.

Today, she had to clear this mess up, or she wouldn’t find peace.

The phone rang twice before it was answered on the other end.

“Hello.”

It was a man’s voice. A trace of pain flickered in Yvonne’s eyes as she heard this familiar voice. Once upon a time, that voice’s owner had given her countless pieces of advice, so how did things turn out like this?

Yvonne sniffed, hiding her emotions. “Did you steal Xander’s stuff?”

Dan didn’t reply.

Yvonne snapped, “You shameless jerk, if you’re going to steal, don’t drag me into it. Go explain yourself.”

Stella gasped. Wow, that was a harsh scolding.

Xander was at a loss. This woman was really cutting, even cursing at her former sweetheart.

What a foul mouth! No wonder Dan dumped her.

Yvonne put the phone on speaker. Noticing Dan stay silent, Yvonne shouted, “Speak up!”

This idiot was trying to pin the theft on her, and there was no way she was letting that slide, even if he was the one she once held dear.

Dan started, “Don’t make a fuss. I’ll come to see you once I’m done. Be good.”

Xander and Stella were both in shock.

That last “be good” left Yvonne, who was boiling with anger, completely dumbfounded.

When Stella heard that, she couldn’t help but twitch her lips. Was there a hint of… affection in his tone?

Xander’s expression turned utterly stormy, and his glare at Yvonne was enough to burn through her.

Yvonne’s mind went blank for a moment, then she snapped back to reality and started yelling into the phone, “Dan, you bastard!”

The call had already ended.

Yvonne looked at Xander, meeting his gloomy gaze, and her heart sank. She wished she could run straight to Dan and tear that jerk apart.

What the heck was he trying to do? He hadn’t said much, but it felt like everything had been conveyed, leaving her with the blame for the theft hanging squarely over her head.

Yvonne swallowed hard. “Listen, let me explain.”

She tried to keep her tone calm because facing Xander like this meant she really had to clear things up. A moment ago, she didn’t feel the need to explain. But now? Dan’s sudden remark had left the entire mess starkly on her.

Xander’s eyes, dark as obsidian, held a cold, mocking smile. “It has nothing to do with you?”

Yvonne’s heart raced. “It really doesn’t.”

What did any of this have to do with her? Seriously… was Dan’s affectionate tone really for her? That awful man was blatantly framing her.

Yvonne felt like she couldn’t explain herself at all in front of Xander. Taking a deep breath, she said, “Well, let Star leave first.”

She sensed the danger radiating from Xander and felt like a fight might break out at any moment.

Dylan, who had been silent until now, quickly grabbed Stella’s hand to leave.

“Miss, let’s go.”

Stella didn’t want to leave, but Yvonne gave her a look. “Just go, and remember to find Ronald.”

Hearing that she should find Ronald, Stella understood that things might get out of control next.

If it were any other time, Xander would surely have come for Stella today. But the missing document was a huge deal for him, and he couldn’t spare the attention for Stella now.

So, when Dylan led Stella past him, he didn’t stop them.

With everyone gone, Yvonne turned to Xander. “So, does getting the document back now even matter?”

Xander was bewildered.

Yvonne explained, “It’s been days since it was stolen. That scoundrel

Dan must have gone through it by now, everything’s already leaked, right?”

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