Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 273

He couldn't let a beauty go hungry, especially since Stella was a top-tier stunner.

As the heavy basement door swung open, Stella and the other two women woke up.

Stella looked toward the iron door. That bastard Gideon was finally here. She smiled!

Gideon walked in carrying a lavish breakfast tray. Aside from him, there were two other men.

One stayed outside to guard the door, while the other followed Gideon inside.

Gideon had a long, sullen face and a naturally pale complexion, giving him a perpetually gloomy vibe.

When he smiled, his face looked even longer. "Ms. Hawthorne, we meet again."

"Mr. Kaye, I hope you've been well?"

"Haha, classic Ms. Hawthorne. Even locked up, you remain as cool as a cucumber. For someone so young, you've got an impressive mindset." She truly was the woman Julius Blackwood had fallen for.

"What's the alternative? Did you expect me to sit here cursing my fate and sobbing my eyes out?" That just wasn't her style.

Her usual style involved throwing hands the second things went south.

Like when she first returned to the Hawthorne family and literally sawed through their front door and trashed their living room.

Like the incident at the Brighton Hospital cafe.

Like giving Vernon Lowell a black eye.

Like the showdown at Shirley & Co. Jewelers.

Like the brawl at the Riverside Road barbecue joint.

Like Sylvie Jennings' birthday party.

Like...

Actually, there were far too many to count.

Gideon chuckled again. "Haha, crying would ruin a pretty face. I brought you some breakfast, care for a bite?"

Stella took the tray from his hands. It had a ham sandwich, boiled eggs, and hot milk and crullers. It was a feast, a million times better than the stale crackers from last night.

When they finally got out of here, she was going to treat herself to a royal banquet!

And she would definitely invite Stella along.

After taking her time finishing her breakfast, Stella finally looked at Gideon.

"So, why exactly did you invite me here, Mr. Kaye?"

"What if I told you that you don't have long to live?"

Unfazed, Stella asked, "Then tell me, how much time do I have left? And how exactly are you planning to kill me?"

"Haha, I really admire your open-mindedness. I'll shoot straight with you: you have three days left." He truly appreciated this woman. She never lost her cool under pressure.

Among the three women here, Stella's natural scent was the most exquisite, followed by the Eames heiress, and lastly, the mute woman.

But finding women with this specific natural allure was incredibly rare, even if he had to condition them with chemicals for days on end.

Stella's scent was so flawless that she could be used immediately without any chemical conditioning. That was why he had taken such a massive risk to bring her here.