Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 972

She shot Dan a murderous glare. “Out of my way!”

Dan stood firm, voice flat. “Getting involved with Black Gate won’t do you any good, Yvonne.”

She scoffed. “Oh, come off it. And all those choice assets we’ve scored recently don’t count as ‘good’? Please.”

In truth, Black Gate had thrived off the shadows for years, quietly reaping the rewards. The resource sites alone were goldmines, the raw materials she’d seen—don’t even get her started. And the mines? The ore from those was nearly pure; a fortune in anyone’s book. If there was no benefit, who in their right mind would risk it all? If anything, there was too much to gain.

At the word “scored,” Dan gave her a sidelong look, jaw clenched so tight he looked ready to spit nails. If looks could kill, Yvonne would have been history.

But she wasn’t fazed. In fact, she squared up, snapping, “Move!”

“Yvonne, I don’t want to fight with you,” Dan grated.

“Well, I love a good fight with you. What’re you gonna do about it?” she shot back. After all the games he’d played with her over the years, it was about time she took a little back—no shame in collecting interest.

Dan’s eyes narrowed menacingly.

Just then Yvonne’s phone rang, breaking the standoff. She glanced at the caller ID—Ronald. She answered with a curt, “Hey, Ronald.”

“Why’d you run out of the hospital?” Ronald’s tone was soft, gentle even.

She let out a grumble. “Let me guess—Xander ratted me out?”

Ronald made a sound of agreement.

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t listen to a word out of that bastard’s mouth. I’m fine. He wanted me to get a endoscopy! Forget it. I’ll just buy some medicine, see how it goes.”

The truth was, she’d been choking down some bitter herbal remedy for the past few days, but it was so revolting she’d barely managed a sip. The thought of actual medicine was more appealing now than the idea of another trip to the hospital.

“Don’t just go popping pills,” Ronald said suddenly. “You might be pregnant.”

Yvonne froze. “Excuse me?”

Did he just say—pregnant? Was he out of his mind?

Ronald gave another quiet confirmation.

It was as if a hurricane ripped through her world. Yvonne ended the call, her eyes sliding back to Dan, rage swirling dark and ominous.

Dan frowned, wary. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Barely had the question left his mouth when Yvonne—finally fed up with sitting in the car—shoved her door open. On her way out, she snatched a water bottle.

Dan didn’t have a chance to react. Yvonne slammed the bottle into his forehead, hard.

He reeled, stunned speechless.

So were the bodyguards.

In the next instant, the atmosphere turned electric—taut and dangerous. Several of Dan’s men reached for their guns, training cold steel in Yvonne’s direction.