Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 1140

"It's a Novaderma number," Cody announced, confirming the location instantly.

Finding the identity would take a little longer, but for someone with Cody's skills, it would only be about ten minutes.

While they waited, Yvonne turned a mocking gaze to Tristan. "She travels to Novaderma constantly for the past two years, and the person calling her just happens to have a Novaderma number. Dad, would you care to guess the relationship between her and the owner of that phone?"

Tristan and Mona exchanged a tense look. Mona shook her head frantically, tears spilling down her cheeks. Tristan had been screaming at her for days about her itinerary, and her nerves were entirely shredded.

"A lover? A secret child?" Yvonne mused, her voice laced with lethal indifference.

Yale had just walked through the front door and caught the tail end of Yvonne's taunt. He exploded instantly. "That is enough, Yvonne! Why do you keep dragging this out?"

The constant screaming matches over the past few days had given Yale mild trauma. He was sick of the chaos, and here this bitch was, deliberately stirring the pot again. She just didn't want anyone to have a moment of peace.

Yvonne let out a sharp laugh. "I'm dragging it out because we still don't have the truth."

Yale's face turned red with fury. "You're pushing this way too far."

"If Schultz family money has been secretly funding some illegitimate brat that has nothing to do with my father-in-law, then you're the ones pushing things too far," Yvonne countered flawlessly.

Mona felt as if all the oxygen had been sucked from the room. She stared at Yvonne in utter terror, searching the younger woman's eyes for a hint of a bluff. But Yvonne looked far too confident. She definitely knew something.

Tristan's face was a mask of thunderous rage. He hated Yvonne's theatrics, but he couldn't deny the terrifying logic of her argument.

"What secret child—" Yale started to argue.

"Got it," Cody interrupted.

Those two simple words shattered what was left of Mona's sanity. She turned a stiff, horrified gaze toward Yvonne. "What... what do you want from me?" she whispered brokenly. The unsaid plea hung in the air: *What will it take for you to let me go?*

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