Chapter 295
Hull walked in from the cold, shaking the snow off his boots, and saw Finley pacing like a cat on a hot tin roof, talking rapidly to Stella.
Ronald’s face was as dark as a thundercloud.
Hull unwound the scarf from his neck and said with a smirk, “Keep yapping, and you might just talk yourself into a stitch–up.”
He tossed his coat to the butler waiting nearby. With his striking features and gold–rimmed glasses, Hull looked every bit the part of a stern intellectual. But the moment he spoke, his playful demeanor shattered that illusion.
Finley shot him a glare. “Easy for you to say–it’s not your sister, so why worry?”
Hull raised an eyebrow. “Your sister?”
Einley spluttered and fell silent, unable to retort.
“Skye? She’s got a wild streak, huh?” Hull chuckled, already up to speed with the buzz about Skye arriving in Portis City, and with Yvonne’s crew no less.
Yvonne had just been dragged back to Ferrowland by Ronald’s men, and here Skye was, rolling into town with Yvonne’s entourage. Everyone knew what was up with that.
Finley rubbed his chest as if trying to calm his racing heart.
Hull clapped him on the shoulder. “Why can’t they just be rivals? Now they’re working together like sisters.”
Finley shook his head. “They’re definitely not sisters.”
Skye and Yvonne? Those two had been at each other’s throats for years. No way they’d suddenly become besties.
Hull pressed on, “So why’s Skye dragging Yvonne’s people here?”
Finley was stumped, words failing him.
How was he supposed to know? He’d been stuck in Portis City with Ronald all this time, completely out of loop about whatever drama was unfolding back in Ferrowland.
How did Skye and Yvonne end up tangled together? It used to be a miracle if they didn’t fight when they met, how could they possibly become sisters?
Finley felt a headache coming on.
“Star,” he finally said, turning to Stella for help.
Ronald had a soft spot for Stella, and he never seemed to say no to her.
Stella sighed, clearly feeling Finley’s distress. She tugged on Ronald’s sleeve, looking up at him with those big
eyes.
“What is it?” Ronald asked, glancing down at her.
Stella suggested, “When you find Skye, just send her back home, okay?”
She couldn’t bear to see Finley so worked up after all their years of friendship.
Finley felt a weight lift off his chest when Stella finally spoke up for him.
Ronald raised an eyebrow and leaned in close, his voice a low whisper as he spoke directly into Stella’s ear, “You know, Star, asking favors usually comes with a price.”
Stella blinked, confused. “What?“
Ronald’s words were laced with a teasing undertone that made Stella blush.
Finley and Hull stood a few paces away, unable to catch Ronald’s quiet words, but Finley could see the glint of mischief in Ronald’s eyes as he whispered.
He couldn’t help but feel a jolt in the corner of his eye. What was he saying to Stella?
Especially Stella, why wa
