Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella)

It was undeniable; the Quarry elders had quite the knack for holding onto power.

Now, Yorick might seem like he'd got the whole Quarry Group under his thumb, but in reality, those elders still wielded a lot of clout.

Otherwise, why would Yorick change his tune so quickly after just one visit back to the Quarry Manor?

Yorick said, "We don't need to involve her in our business."

Stella said, "Oh, is that so?"

Didn't need to involve her, huh?

Right as he said that, Yorick's phone started buzzing. He pulled it out to see a call from Ursula. Stella cast an indifferent glance, spotting the name "Ursula" pop up on the screen. With a stern look, Yorick glanced at Stella, "The wedding's still on. No changes."

"Maybe you should take that call first," Stella suggested, her voice laced with a touch of sympathy for Yorick.

Poor guy, heir to the most influential family in Portis City and yet, when it came to his own marriage, he had no say.

No sooner had he hung up than Ursula called again, leaving Yorick no choice but to say, "I need to take this," as he walked over to the balcony with his phone.

Just a few hours ago, he had left this place full of arrogance. Now, he was giving Stella the respect of privacy. The influence of the Quarry elders was not to be underestimated. Whatever Ursula said on the phone only made Yorick's expression darker. After hanging up and walking back in, he looked at Stella, urgency written all over his face.

"Is she having another one of her episodes?" Stella asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm, as if she had Ursula all figured out.

Yorick's face turned even grimmer, clearly not amused by Stella's jibe at Ursula, but he said nothing.

Instead, he left her with, "There's a banquet tomorrow. You're coming with me. I'll have a gown sent over in the morning."

His intention was clear: to quash the rumors about their canceled wedding.

Stella arched an eyebrow at him.

Yorick, unable to withstand her probing gaze, stepped closer, gripping her shoulders, "I spoke hastily this morning. The wedding will proceed as planned in a week."

He tried to soften his tone, almost as if he was pleading with Stella. If it hadn't been for the meddling of his family elders, he would've left her hanging for a few more days. Yorick thought Stella would be satisfied.

Little did he know, Stella brushed off his hands with disdain, "What do you take me for? A dog? To be ordered around at your whim?"

In the morning, it was all about delaying the wedding because of Ursula. Now, thanks to the Quarry family elders, the wedding was back on schedule.

"So, only your family's honor matters, and mine is just supposed to lose face?"

By choosing to announce canceling their wedding now, both the Larkin and Quarry families would be embarrassed.

Undoubtedly, the Quarry elders were probably blaming Ursula for this mess. Otherwise, Yorick wouldn't have backpedaled so fast.

Yorick, trying to keep his composure in the face of Stella's unyielding temper, finally snapped.

"What do you suggest we do then?"

Stella shot back, "If you're so capable, why don't you just marry Ursula? It's no skin off my nose." "You..."

Yorick was livid, his anger reaching its peak.

Seeing Stella's stubbornness and unwillingness to back down, he didn't bother to coax her further.

With a scoff, he said, "I'd love to see just how tough you can be."

No doubt, Blaise from the Larkin family must have caught wind of the Quarry family's stance by now. Stella's being so dismissive to him, fine, he wouldn't believe she was still able to act touch when facing the Larkins. Yorick stormed off, leaving Stella to spritz the air with freshener, as if to cleanse the room of the unpleasantness he'd left behind.