Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 838

Susanna couldn’t help but twitch at Barnaby’s words.

God, this guy’s mouth just never quits!

“You better watch it, Barnaby. If Yvonne hears you talking like that, she’ll tear you a new one.” Susanna huffed.

Seriously, this guy was getting bolder by the day. Talking smack about Yvonne of all people—what wouldn’t he say at this point? Did he have no sense of self-preservation?

Barnaby just smirked. “Yeah, well, if Yvonne does find out, I’m telling her you’re the one gossiping.”

Susanna snorted and rolled her eyes.

She was done with Barnaby for now. That guy’s mouth wasn’t just reckless, he had a way of dragging people down with him.

She pulled out her phone and immediately dialed Yvonne’s number.

No answer. She tried again. And again. Still nothing.

“Yvonne’s sure keeping busy,” she muttered.

Barnaby piped up, “Yeah, busy working on baby-making, probably.”

Susanna nearly choked. “Excuse me?!”

Honestly, it was safer not to encourage Barnaby. Responding just gave him more material.

But she was bored out of her mind, stuck at this bland hotel. With a sigh, she grabbed her phone and called up Stella instead.

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Meanwhile, Yvonne and Xander were up to their ears in work. Ever since they’d heard that Lottie’s team was taking over the Slatepeak Mines, it had been non-stop chaos.

Xander had immediately sent his own people to seize control of Loutan Lake’s mining operations.

Right now, Yvonne was fielding a call from Dan—clearly, he’d gotten wind of the news too.

On the phone, Dan sounded like he was about to grind his teeth to dust. “Yvonne, you and Xander need to pack up and haul your butts back to Ferrowland!”

He might have been feuding with Derek and the others, but Black Gate was still the Murray family’s turf. No way he wanted things to spiral this far out of control.

Yvonne replied coolly, “Hand over Susanna and I’ll leave.”

Still Black Gate’s, huh? Seemed like outright robbery to him. Even if Susanna was returned, what were the odds Yvonne would really hand everything back?

Not that Dan’s opinion mattered—Yvonne hung up before he could argue more.

She glanced over at Xander, who was typing furiously at his laptop. “Asking me why I don’t trust him. What a joke!”

Trusting that jerk? She’d sooner trust a raccoon with her lunch.

Xander caught her eye, a smirk curving his lips as he pulled her into his arms.

“So, do you trust me?”

“Huh?” Yvonne blinked.

His hands started to wander in a way that made her clear her throat and squirm. “Hey, cut it out!”

Xander arched an eyebrow. “Cut it out? I call this flirting.”

Yvonne just rolled her eyes, but the corners of her mouth twitched.