Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 922

He glanced at Yvonne; she was lost in thought, too, digesting Ronald’s comment.

What had Hull done, right at the beginning?

She mentally rewound—nothing. He’d had absolutely no reaction.

Xander voiced it: “No reaction at all?”

Ronald’s reply cut in, “Hull only started moving against Black Gate after you’d already begun your op. Does that look fast to you?”

Yvonne was at a loss for words, so was Xander.

It was obvious. Someone as sharp as Hull should have acted much sooner if Susanna’s disappearance was real.

Susanna was his woman.

If he truly believed she’d been taken by Black Gate, never mind what he’d do to those guys—Yvonne herself would’ve felt Hull’s wrath first.

But what actually happened? Yvonne hadn’t received a single call from Hull. Not even a text. That was not how an angry man would react if his girlfriend had been abducted.

Yvonne struggled to connect the dots. “Wait, but didn’t he help us fight Black Gate for their stuff later on? If Susanna was really with them, would he just stop at stealing their stuff?”

Ronald’s silence and Xander’s pointed stare answered the question for her.

For a moment, their eyes met: was it possible… were they really just that slow on the uptake?

Yvonne refused to accept this. “…And what about you?” she shot at Ronald.

“I didn’t know at first, either,” Ronald admitted, “I was guessing.”

Yvonne’s mouth opened, then closed. Well, so much for blaming Ronald—he was just better at guessing. Which apparently meant the rest of them were idiots.

She hadn’t eaten properly for days, always too nauseated and stressed. But with the truth finally out, she ate like she was devouring Ronald and Hull themselves.

“Don’t go overboard,” Xander warned, “Your stomach’s still not settled.”

Yvonne shot him a glare, mouth full. “Don’t talk to me. I’m starving!”

The past week had been a mess: everything she ate, she wanted to throw up; and with all that, she’d never felt full.

Hearing her complain about hunger reminded Xander about her recent sickness. He hesitated, then ventured, “Maybe you should see another therapist…?”

At that, Yvonne’s expression darkened. “Why? It’s not like I’ve got some psychological problem!” She glowered at him. “Ugh, you and Shawn! I don’t even want to start on you guys.”

Just thinking about that disaster made her want to scream—Xander and Shawn had tried to help by sending a therapist, who turned out to be more messed up than she was! What a joke.