Chapter 305
The next morning, Idris climbed the stairs, planning to wait for Ronald in the study. But as he reached the hallway, he froze.
Ronald was emerging from Stella’s room.
Oh boy…
Idris instinctively considered turning back, pretending he hadn’t seen anything. But it was too late.
With no choice but to face the moment, Idris straightened and greeted respectfully, “Sir.”
Ronald, dressed in a loosely tied bathrobe, stepped fully into the hallway. His chest was partially exposed, and Idris’s eyes unwillingly caught sight of faint scratch marks trailing down his skin.
Fresh ones, by the look of them.
Idris tensed up immediately, wishing he’d come a bit later. But it was already nine in the morning.
Ronald simply said, “Wait for me in the study.”
“Yes, sir.”
Without missing a beat, Idris turned and made his way to the study, feeling as though he’d narrowly escaped
an interrogation.
About ten minutes later, Ronald entered the study. He had changed into a sleek gray loungewear set, exuding a calm and refined aura.
Behind him trailed Finley, looking utterly exhausted, clearly from a sleepless night.
Finley had tried to chase after Idris, but his lack of stamina nearly sent him sprawling to the floor. By the time he picked himself up, Idris was gone.
For the all night, Finley had been consumed by worry. Ronald’s men weren’t exactly gentle, and he couldn’t shake the thought that Skye might have faced something worse than a scolding.
Ronald settled into a nearby armchair, pulling out a cigarette, and in a chilly voice asked Idris, “Well?”
That question was obviously about whether Skye had been found.
Finley, too, looked anxiously at Idris.
Idris replied, “Ms. Skye has left Portis City.”
Ronald raised an eyebrow.
Finley blurted out, “What the heck?”
His nerves jolted awake. What did that mean? She left Portis City? How’d she manage that? Was she force
out?
“Did your guys send her away?”
Finley’s mind was racing. Had she been found and then sent packing after a beating? His heart clenched at the thought.
“How was she sent off? Did you rough her up?”
Finley’s voice was rising now, clearly agitated.
He shot Ronald a glare, frustration boiling over. “Ronald, do you just rough up anyone?”
Idris interjected, “Mr. Yoder…”
“Shut it, Idris. Don’t speak.”
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Finley was genuinely upset. Despite all their squabbles, Skye was his sister, and no one was allowed to
mistreat her,
Ronald shot him a sideways glance. “Are you done?”
Finley snapped, “I’m serious. I’m angry now.”
Idris insisted, “I didn’t lay a finger on her.”
The room went quiet.
Finley looked at Idris. “Then how exactly did she leave Portis City? Was she forced out or thrown out?”
Ronald’s gaze fixed on Idris as well.
Idris explained, “Ms. Skye managed to shake off Ms. Yvonne’s guys and left Portis City on her own right after that.”
Finley’s jaw dropped. What on earth?
onald frowned, giving Idris a sharp look. “Explain.”
Skye shook off Yvonne’s people and left Portis City just like that?
Idris elaborated, “She just took off. The only time she spent in Portis City was the time it took to disembark and board her flight.”
Finley was dumbfounded.
And Ronald looked equally puzzled.
Finley scratched his head in confusion. What exactly was Skye up to? Did she really just leave, or was this part of some strategy? Was there more to come?
Finley pressed, “Are you sure she left?”
She’d arrived with Yvonne’s people, only to ditch them and leave? That didn’t add up. Unless… Did she have some sort of deal with Yvonne?
Wait a minute…
Finley turned to Ronald. “Did Yvonne offer Skye something to steal Star? Did she cut her a deal?”
Idris frowned, “Without a good reason, Ms. Skye wouldn’t have bothered with this trip.”
The two of them were always at odds. Without some enticing offer, why would Skye listen to Yvonne? Especially with Yvonne’s crew in tow.
Finley slapped his forehead in disbelief. “Great, just great.”
Now they were really in trouble. Was that girl planning to mess with someone no matter what? Too scared to mess with Ronald, so she turned on Yvonne instead?
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