Chapter 411 

Was he always like this, not caring about the place or time? 

Stella argued, “I–I wasn’t running. Let me go. We’re in the car, for heaven’s sake!” 

However, just as she finished speaking, the partition started to rise. 

Wow, Idris sure knew how to mind his own business. 

Pushing against Ronald’s chest with her small hands, Stella protested, “Let go of me. I don’t want it.” 

Ronald, having held back all night, was losing his composure. “I won’t hurt you.” 

“Nothing’s happening. I said no,” Stella insisted. She knew he wouldn’t harm her and there might be another way to do it, but still, she wasn’t in the mood. 

And not in the car, of all places. 

Moreover, his methods were shameless. 

Cringing like a small bundle, she wriggled unceasingly, and soon Ronald’s breathing grew uneven. He grasped her slender waist and murmured huskily, “Star, be good, okay?” 

Panicked at his voice, She struggled even more. “No, I don’t want to, please…” 

Overwhelmed, she burst into tears. 

Ronald paused for a moment, surprised, then tilted her chin up and kissed her. His familiar, warm presence engulfed her completely. 

Meanwhile, in a villa in Ferrowland, Susanna sat on the bed, clutching the sheets tightly around her, and pulling them higher to make sure she wasn’t exposed. 

Hull sat across from her, a cigar between his fingers, his gaze sharp and intense. 

The silence was heavy, pressing down on her. 

Swallowing hard, Susanna stammered, “Uh, c–could you not look at me like that? It’s… scary.” 

Her voice caught on the word “scary“, and she felt a lump in her throat. 

Back in Portis City, she was fearless, but here, in unfamiliar surroundings, she felt like a cat without 

claws–small and vulnerable. 

Hull’s eyes were as horrified as a wolf’s in the dark, and even a single look felt like it could tear her apart. 

“What department do I have an issue?” he questioned, his voice cool and challenging. 

Susanna felt tears welling up inside. 

“I…” 

Just as she began to speak, Hull cut her off. “Think carefully before you answer, or else…” 

He let the threat hang in the air, unspoken but clear. If she didn’t handle this right, she’d be in deep trouble. 

Oh, great… Was this karma biting her back? 

All she did was enjoy a bit of gossip. Did she really deserve this kind of payback? Caught gossiping, and now she was in the hot seat. 

Susanna bowed her head. “I’m sorry.” 

When in doubt, apologizing, admitting fault! 

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Chapter 411 

Hull raised an eyebrow. “Hmm?” 

“I didn’t mean to,” Susanna said, her voice growing quieter. 

Clad in nothing but blankets, she dreaded the thought of him claiming to prove himself. 

Star really caused her trouble. 

She vowed, once this was over, she’d never gossip about Hull behind his back again. She wouldn’t have the gall to do that. 

Hull flicked ash from his cigar into the ashtray and looked at her once more. “So, what am I not good at?” 

Meeting his intense gaze made Susanna’s heart lurch. She quickly looked away. “It’s me. I’m the one who’s not good.” 

Hull kept on, “Hmm?” 

Susanna responded, “It’s not about you, it’s me. I’m the one who’s not good.” 

To save her life, she was not going to care about more, even her dignity. 

Hull raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And how’s that?” 

It seemed that the topic never ended. Susanna saw through it; it wouldn’t stop until she offer Hull a plausible explanation. 

Ah! Why would this happen to her? How did they gossip that like it’s a casual thing? She must have been off the rails. 

Susanna only felt she was breaking down under Hull’s pestering. 

There was no escaping it now. 

“I’m not good at anything. Useless at everything. Except eating.” 

She hoped that by belittling herself, he’d let her off the hook. 

Hull chuckled, watching her clutch the sheets, trembling. “A glutton, huh?” Susanna’s eyes widened. Seriously, how could someone be so infuriating? 

But she didn’t dare retort, nodding reluctantly. “Yeah.” 

She swore she’d never been so embarrassed over gossip in her life. 

Ten minutes later. 

Susanna sat at the dining table, staring at the unfamiliar dishes in front of her. She glanced at Hull. 

He lounged back in his chair, his left ankle resting on his right knee. Without his suit and shirt, the tattoo on his neck was more prominent, giving him a rugged, dangerous look. He was definitely someone she couldn’t handle. 

Hull gave her a glance. “Think you can finish all this?” 

Huh? Finishing it all? What did he mean? Did he really want her to eat everything just because he called her a glutton?