Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 730

He had a feeling Ronald was just full of crap this time.

What could possibly require his personal attention? Absolutely nothing, that’s what. Not a single damn thing.

Stella: “Well, if that’s all, I’m hanging up.”

“Wait, don’t! You can’t just hang up on me!”

Stella: “Honestly, I’m a terrible person, so there’s no way I’m going to put in a good word for you.”

“Okay, okay, I was wrong.”

His tone suddenly softened, all pride gone in a split second.

You had to admit: when Finley admitted fault, he did it at record speed. The man could grovel with the best of them.

Stella: “And your dignity?”

“What dignity? I smell so bad I’m about to knock myself out.”

Clearly, Finley was a bit of a neat freak.

Stella: “Well, from here, it doesn’t sound like your mouth’s gotten any cleaner.”

Finley: “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean? Are you saying I talk too much? I haven’t even said anything rude!”

Stella: “…”

Well, that was true.

Here he was, shipped off to the middle of the Mojave Desert, and the poor guy still hadn’t figured out what he’d done wrong.

Man, when someone’s beyond saving, they really go all out.

“Come on, help me out and say something nice to him—he said I have to stay here for two years!”

It hadn’t even been that long, and already Finley was losing it.

If he couldn’t get out of this godforsaken place soon, he’d really go crazy.

Stella: “Oh, just two years?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you should just settle in for the long haul.”

Stella’s voice was as cold as a Wisconsin winter.

She even added, “It’s for your own good, really.”

Given how many times Finley’s mouth had made her worry Ronald would finally lose it and just shoot him, she was actually doing him a favor.

Finley, hearing this, whined, “So you’re really not gonna help me out? I’m your Finley, after all!”

“I swear, this is for your own good.”

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