Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 671

“Call Yvonne? Are you nuts?”

Xander shot a frosty glare at Shawn, making him squirm in his seat. Shawn’s voice wavered, “No way. Wait— you’re not seriously thinking of confessing to her, are you?”

Seriously, what kind of guy does something like that and then just disappears? If this ever got out, it’d be more than embarrassing—it’d be humiliating.

But honestly, what choice did they have? Anyone else, and this would be just another mess to clean up. But Yvonne? She was a whole different level of trouble.

That woman was like a walking, talking warning label. Even a single strand of her hair looked dangerous—like it could cut you.

The moment Ashley and Lott realized Xander might actually go and confess to Yvonne, they both went pale.

Lott stammered, “Dude, don’t drag us down with you.”

They were the ones who deleted the hotel security footage.

They were the ones who forced the staff to change the guest records.

Basically, they’d wiped out every trail Yvonne could follow. As long as the hotel manager and security kept their mouths shut, they were in the clear. But if Xander went and admitted everything now?

Forget about it. He’d take everyone down with him.

Especially considering Yvonne was probably already on the warpath. If she exploded now, it’d be like a hurricane hitting town.

Shawn gulped. “Let me test the waters first.”

No way he was going to just come clean. That was like volunteering to jump into a shark tank.

He dialed Yvonne’s number, hands sweating, hoping she wasn’t in full-blown rage mode.

The phone picked up. Yvonne’s voice came blazing through the line: “What do you want?”

“Uh, hey, Yvonne. It’s Shawn.”

Yvonne was already wound up, trying to figure out which one of her so-called friends had screwed her over. Hearing Shawn call her by her married title just triggered her even more.

“Shawn, are you bored or just plain stupid?”

Xander’s crew picking today of all days to call her? Yvonne was barely holding her temper together.

Shawn winced. Yup, that was the sound of a woman on the verge of burning the world down.

“Where’s that bastard Xander?” she growled, like she already knew he was the culprit last night.

Shawn swallowed hard. “Uh, he’s with me. We’ve been together since last night—uh, the whole time. Is something wrong?”

Meanwhile, Yvonne was so angry she felt like her liver was about to explode.

She and Stella were in the back of a black SUV, heading back to the Quinn estate. Yvonne kept replaying the mess in her head.

“Seriously, who the hell does something like that? What an absolute jerk—worse than a rat,” she fumed.

Sleep with her and then just vanish? Unbelievable.

Stella, busy texting, was already arranging for someone to check the street cameras outside the hotel. Even though Yvonne insisted it was an inside job, Stella wanted to be thorough—especially if the culprit was someone they knew.

Neither of them had considered it might have been a mix-up—a wrong room or a drunken mistake.

Yvonne cursed under her breath, and Stella nodded. “Yeah, total scumbag.”

“If I ever find that bastard, he better pray I don’t catch him. I’ll make him wish he’d never been born,” Yvonne growled, her voice shaking with fury.

It was her first time, and the memory just made her blood boil. Not to mention, her legs still ached from last night.

Stella’s contacts moved fast. They were barely through the castle gates when her phone pinged. She flashed the first photo at Yvonne: Dan.

More photos came in rapid succession. Stella didn’t even bother to compare details—she just handed her phone over as Yvonne, still fuming, snatched it from her hand.