Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 948

“People like that have eyes and ears everywhere, all over the world. My advice? Don’t get involved. Just behave yourself, okay?”

“It’s only a phone call to Skye!” Stella protested.

Yvonne fell silent at the mention of Skye. God, Skye. Just saying her name made Yvonne scowl. Skye had pilfered so much of her stuff and never bothered to give any of it back.

But still—it was just a call. That was nothing. If anyone asked, she’d simply say, “Skye’s handling it.” If trouble came of it, then Skye could wade into the mess herself.

Wait. “You said Finley told you Skye’s in Yoreland? Told her to look after Tegan?”

“Yeah, that’s what he said.”

“Then why isn’t he calling her himself?”

“He didn’t say!” Stella sounded exasperated, maybe even a little nervous.

Finley told her where Skye was, suggested Stella call—but wouldn’t do it himself. He was her brother! Surely, it would have been easier for him.

Yvonne, who just moments ago had been utterly unwilling to budge, suddenly softened. “Fine. I’ll call her right now.”

Stella stared at her phone, dumbfounded. She’d had a whole argument ready to go, and all that useless prep faded in a heartbeat.

“Wait, seriously?”

“Since when do I lie to you?” Yvonne said smoothly, almost playfully. “Be good and wait for my good news.”

With that, she hung up.

On her end, Yvonne was grinning with the sly mischief of a fox. Xander, just coming out in freshly changed clothes, caught sight of her sitting cross-legged with a wicked grin, phone already at her ear as she dialed Skye.

No sooner had the call connected than Yvonne asked, “Skye, tell me: would you like a sister-in-law?”

So when Yvonne asked if Skye wanted a sister-in-law, Skye lost it.

“Yvonne, what the hell is wrong with you? Are you calling me at the crack of dawn just to rub it in?”

Skye, after years of being the butt of jokes over this, had grown a tough hide—but being taunted about it by Yvonne, first thing in the morning, was a new low.

Yvonne grinned, unbothered. “Hey, I’m just asking if you want a sister-in-law. I’m actually offering to give you one. How exactly is that an insult? When I go out of my way to humiliate someone, do you really think I’d go about it like this?”

Skye hesitated. Yvonne wasn’t the type to insult people with words; her attacks were always more direct. “So—so you’re not messing with me?”

“I’m not,” Yvonne said, serious for once. “So, do you want a sister-in-law or not?”

“Of course I want one!” Skye nearly shouted. “Wait—are you serious? You really have one?”