Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella)

Orion also caught sight of the bloodstain on Ronald's scarf.

Even without uttering a word, Ronald exuded an aura of danger so intense, it felt almost tangible, laced with an undercurrent of lethal intent.

When Yorick remained silent, Ronald shot him a dangerous glare. "Came to bother Stella?"

Snapped back to reality, Yorick held his breath, a tad too involuntarily. "I had... questions for her."

Ronald's gaze narrowed as he strode towards Yorick, his presence so overwhelming that even Yorick, towering at about six feet one, couldn't help but step back in the face of Ronald's six-foot-three frame. The sense of menace emanating from Ronald was palpable, especially up close. Yorick could distinctly smell the mix of blood and alcohol on Ronald, and the unusual crimson in his eyes was unmistakable.

Yorick looked up, his breathing unsteady. "Mr. Quinn, there's been some..."

Before he could finish, Ronald's hand shot out, gripping Yorick's throat tightly.

Yorick's face tightened.

Orion exclaimed, "Mr. Quinn!"

Yorick's complexion turned ashen. Instinctively, he tried to retaliate, but Ronald's grip drained all his strength away. The murderous aura around Ronald thickened.

"Who gave you the audacity to harass her again and again, huh?"

As Ronald's grip tightened, Yorick felt both suffocated and utterly drained.

Orion, witnessing the flicker of murderous intent in Ronald's eyes, felt a chill run down his spine. He mustered all his strength and grabbed Ronald's wrist. "Mr. Quinn, it was all a misunderstanding, all of it."

Ronald's icy gaze was fraught with danger. His lips parted slightly, uttering coldly, "Misunderstanding?"

Yorick, truly sensing Ronald's intent to kill, closed his eyes, barely managing to utter, "Yes, a misunderstanding."

The word "misunderstanding" tasted bitter, humiliating even. No one in Portis City had ever dared to treat him this way.

Ronald, already on edge, found his anger further stoked by Yorick's presence.

As his grip tightened, Yorick felt the life being squeezed out of him, his attempts at fighting back futile against Ronald's overwhelming strength.

Orion's breath hitched. "Mr. Quinn."

Was tonight the night they'd meet their end?

Just as Orion began to break into a sweat, Hull stepped forward, whispering to Ronald, "Maybe after all this blows over?"

After all, Yorick was the sole heir to

the Quarry family. Even if it seemed like a hopeless fight, Thane would surety retaliate if his son was harmed on Ronald's watch.

Ronald knew what Hull meant, chuckling, "And what of the Quarry family?"

This dismissal of the Quarry family only heightened Orion's fear, while Yorick's face turned a shade of purple.

His eyes burning with anger, Yorick

had never been so disrespected in Portis City. But remembering Ronald's stature, he struggled to catch his breath.

Hull added, "Not much, but it's the principle of that matter."

Ronald's eyes narrowed.

With a scoff, he released Yorick.

Hull was right. Whether it was the Quarry of the Larkin family, neither posed a significant threat. Especially the Larkin family, now struggling just to stay afloat.

Finally able to breathe fresh air, Yorick gasped, lifting his head to look at Ronald.

Ronald leisurely adjusted his cuff, saying, "Bother her again, and I won't hesitate to end you." His words, a menacing threat!

With that, he turned and walked away, and Idris followed close behind.

Hull gave Yorick a cautionary pat on the shoulder. "Mr. Quarry, you better watch yourself."

Challenging Ronald over Stella had been a dangerous move. If not for Hull's intervention, Ronald might have actually killed Yorick.

With Hull also gone, only Yorick and Orion remained.

Orion rushed to his side, helping him up. "Sir."

Yorick, his fists clenched, trembled with rage.