Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella)

Their rooms were on the third floor.

Peeking out from the window, Stella noticed the mansion was crawling with bodyguards. Not just that, but there were dogs too.

Hmm... Dogs, nice.

Stella thought for a moment, then picked up the phone and dialed Ronald's number.

The phone barely rang twice before Ronald's chilly voice came through. "Hello."

"Hey, it's me," Stella whispered, careful to keep her voice low. She couldn't risk anyone overhearing her. Xander's crew was sharp, and even the faintest noise could tip them off. There was a brief silence on the line.

Then Ronald's voice returned, laced with urgency. "Star? Where are you?"

An idea clicked in Stella's mind, and her eyes brightened.

"Ronald, I'll send you my location right away. But don't come to the mansion. I'm getting out of here myself."

"You can get out? Are there no guards?"

"There are guards, but trust me, I can manage."

She couldn't help but feel grateful for the tricks Yvonne had taught her back in the day.

Ronald insisted. "Don't take risks. Send me the address, and I'll come pick you up."

"You're in Patrina already?"

Of course, he was. Ronald had tracked her down despite Xander cutting off all communication. Ronald gave a curt "Yeah."

He was already at the airport, having figured out the general area Xander was hiding out in.

After hanging up the call, she quickly used the maid's phone to sent her location.

After pocketing the phone, she got ready to make her move.

She took another peek out the window at the guards outside. There were quite a few. She had no idea how many people Ronald had brought with him. Was this Xander's hideout?

She had thought Ronald had wiped out the Schultz family, but somehow, Xander had survived.

...

Meanwhile, over in Xander's room.

Shawn was rambling on about how Ronald was not someone to mess with and how he didn't want to live on the run anymore.

In short: he was advising Xander not to provoke Ronald.

Just as he was getting into it, the backyard erupted with frantic barking.

Both Xander and Shawn fell silent.

"It's the middle of the night. Why are these dogs barking like crazy?"

Xander frowned, getting up and heading out of the room, Shawn trailing behind.

The room facing the backyard was the study, and Xander and Shawn went there to check it out.

They saw several big German Shepherds barking their heads off, attracting a few guards to see what was going on.

Shawn grumbled, "What are they barking at? Did someone forget to feed them?"

Xander narrowed his eyes. "You really think they're just hungry?"

"Must be. They're usually so well-behaved. What else would make them act up like this?"

Xander shot Shawn a glance.

In an instant, Xander's pupils contracted sharply, and without another word, he headed straight for the door.

Shawn asked, "Now what are you up to?"noveldrama

Xander ignored him entirely and went straight to Stella's room, kicking the door open with a loud bang.

Shawn blinked, startled. What's with the door abuse?

Xander flicked on the lights, his gaze sweeping the room.

The bed was empty, the covers tossed aside. On the floor lay the maid, unconscious.

"Stella," Xander growled, his eyes flashing with a dangerous glint.

That little brat dared to run.

Shawn, seeing the scene, was taken aback. "Well, I'll be damned. Raised by wolves, no doubt. Mr. Quinnas tough nut, and it seems the princess is no pushover either."

She managed to escape right under Xander's nose? How did she even get past all those bodyguards?

Xander radiated fury. He stormed out of the room, and the head of security approached him. "Mr. Schultz, Stella's gone." "Pursue."

Xander spat out the word coldly.

Did she really think she could escape him in Patrina?

But once again, Xander

underestimated Stella's cunning. He

planned to chase her by car, but

when he checked the tracker, he

saw she was taking paths that were too narrow for vehicles.

In the dark, all Xander and his men could see was a flashlight bobbing in the distance. Despite their best efforts, they couldn't catch up.

An hour later.

Even with their stamina, Xander and his crew were gasping for air, while Stella kept running.

Normally, Xander might not care, but he was injured.

Shawn, panting heavily, moaned, "What on earth did Ronald feed her? Doesn't she ever get tired? She's just a girl."

This was madness. His legs felt like they were about to give out, yet the flashlight ahead showed no signs of slowing down. Was she not tired? Didn't she need to catch her breath?