Chapter 91
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Ten minutes later.
Yorick followed Stella to her studio, and with just a glance, he could tell it had been around for a while. There seemed to be dozens of people working there. For a studio, it was quite a sizeable operation. He hadn’t expected Stella to be wielding such clout – a yearly income of seven hundred thousand wasn’t a joke, especially for someone in her early twenties.
Tabitha poured Yorick a cup of coffee, sensing the tension between them, she quickly made herself scarce.
Now, it was just Stella and Yorick, with Stella folding her arms as she faced him.
Yorick demanded, “Shut this studio down.”
“What?”
Yorick continued, “And break up with that guy.”
“What are you trying to say?” Stella asked.
Stella was utterly perplexed at his words as she looked at Yorick.
“Just what it sounds like. Neither the Quarry family nor the Larkin family needs you making waves outside.”
“Shut it down and live off you guys? Two grand a month? Wow, how generous.”
Sure, two grand might stretch further in a smaller town, but this was Portis City – a place where the cost of living could give anyone a heart attack. Not exactly what you’d call living comfortably. Yorick, frustrated, lit a cigarette, “Don’t compare yourself to Ursula. What’s between us has nothing to do with her.”
“Our issues, whether they involve her or not, aren’t the point. But they’re not that significant anyway.”
Not significant? What was she implying? That her breaking off their engagement had nothing to do with Ursula?
That thought alone was enough to make Yorick’s blood boil. Lips pressed tightly, he looked at Stella with a piercing gaze, almost as if he could chew her alive, “I’ll marry you. You’ll be Mrs. Quarry.” Stella was speechless.
Wait, what? After getting slapped around outside, he had now lost his mind?
“You marry me?”
“Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?”
In that moment, Yorick was ready to cast aside everything. A voice in his head screamed that he must marry Stella. He must do that; nothing could stand in their way.
Stella scoffed, “I thought you dragged me up here to talk about Ursula.”
Getting married? Was this guy sick?
Yorick fell silent. The mention of Ursula awakened him immediately. Indeed, he had initially come to discuss Ursula. Finley and Tegan, those names held significant weight for Ursula, yet for Stella, they were just a conversation topic. The cigarette between Yorick’s fingers burned a little brighter.
“Finley and Tegan, what’s it going to take to get them on the medical team?”
Stella smiled. There it was, the real reason he was here.
She took a sip of water, “All this time, you’ve been threatening me. Now what is this?”
Yorick’s eyes narrowed even further at her words. He took a deep drag from his cigarette, knowing full well Stella was settling the previous scores.
Stella continued, “You cut off the
financial support and job
opportunities for me, let me guess if
you don’t get what you want today,
the next step, you’re going to
threaten me with this studiods that right?”
Whether it was about Finley and Tegan, Yorick and the Larkin family had always been the ones asking, not the other way around. Yet here they were, employing both carrots and sticks. en FindNovel
Yorick swept an icy glance at her, “What do you want?”
“What do I want? Since you’re aware of this studio, you must know how much I earn yearly, right?”
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