Chapter 92
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The lot of them, using money as both a weapon and a threat, had become all too common. Stella could hardly keep a straight face when she remembered how they’d arrogantly blocked her credit cards. Yorick’s expression darkened by the second.
Stella faced him squarely, “I make my own fortune every year. What can’t I buy for myself? Besides, I’m hardly the type to chase after things out of my reach just because they’re expensive.
The money I earn is more than enough to handle any trouble that comes my way. So, Mr. Quarry, what exactly do you think I need from you?”
Her words left the typically money-driven crowd speechless, just like Yorick now, unable to find any retort against Stella.
His eyes narrowed slightly, “Get them to join her medical team immediately. I’ll never see her again.”
“Is that what you think I want?”
Yorick questioned, “What else do you want then?”
Eyebrow lifted, Stella put down her glass of water.
Listen to this, ‘what else do you want?’ As if Yorick had made some grand sacrifice in this situation. If she asked for more, it would seem like she was asking for the moon.
Stella countered, “I would want anything except you. With your awful temper, how you treat me, and someone else in your heart, why would I? I make enough money to have my pick of men. Why would I settle for you?” Yorick exclaimed, “You…”
His mind exploded in anger, his temples throbbing, veins popping out all over.
…
Eventually, Yorick managed to leave Stella’s studio, though he couldn’t quite recall how.
Once outside, he called Orion, “I don’t care how you do it, make her studio bankrupt today.”
Her arrogance was unbearable.
Just thinking about Stella’s defiance, Yorick summed it up in two words: sheer arrogance. She was only so bold because of her studio.
She thought she was untouchable because she was making her own money? Then he’d destroy her financially.
Orion sensed from the urgency and anger in his boss’s voice that there was no room to maneuver.
“But…”
“Difficult to handle?” catching Orion’s hesitation through the phone, Yorick spoke in a tone colder than earlier. Orion replied, “I’m afraid it’s not possible that we shut down her studio.”
Orion went on, “I’ve been trying to arrange that all morning, but all the notices we’ve sent out have been met with refusals. They’re saying they can’t terminate their partnerships with her.”
“Can’t?”
That reply alone made Yorick’s blood run cold.
The companies collaborating with Stella were actually afraid to terminate the cooperative relation with her? So, the man backing Silk-River Residences was even more influential than they had
anticipated?
“And there’s this StarRiver Corp., particularly arrogant. They outright insulted the Quarry Group, asking who the hell we think we are!”
Yorick couldn’t utter a word; he
found himself struggling to breathe. In Portis City, there were actually companies that dared to openly defy the Quarry family?
Orion continued, “I think this must be the work of the man behind Ms. Quinn.”
No further explanation was needed. First her studio, and now they couldn’t even touch her business. It was clear they couldn’t intimidate Stella anymore.
Yorick closed his eyes, trying to contain his rage.
Orion had said his piece, waiting for Yorick’s command on how to proceed.
It was evident they had to face the reality: Stella was untouchable to them now.
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