Stella couldn't find the words to describe Finley anymore. Wasn't his leg injury still fresh? How could he be so reckless? As if that wasn't enough, Finley added, "I mean, you keep getting her hurt. Be careful, or she might just leave you." Stella was at a loss for words. She had officially given up on expecting any emotional intelligence from Finley. Ronald narrowed his eyes, signaling to a nearby waiter. The waiter approached with a respectful nod. "Sir."

Stella was surprised. Even the waitstaff on this yacht were Ronald's people?

Ronald gently squeezed Stella's hand. "You should go with the waiter to your room."

Stella nodded. "Okay."

She obediently stood up, ready to follow the waiter.

Finley, seeing Stella about to leave, immediately panicked. "Hey, hey, hey, Star! You can't just leave!"

If she left, Ronald might actually kill him this time.

Finley's instincts weren't far off- after several close calls, he'd developed a good sense of when Ronald was about to "deal" with him. Especially now, as Ronald was calmly sending Stella away. But what could Finley do? His mouth always worked faster than his brain.

Stella gave Finley a sympathetic glance. "I just want to get some sleep."

After being dragged around by Ronald, she felt like she was going to fall apart.

"But seriously? You slept the whole flight here and still need more sleep? Wait, has he been bothering you again? Doesn't he care that you're hurt?"

Stella didn't know how to respond. She decided to let Finley learn the hard way.

Before leaving, she looked back at Ronald. "Are you sure you can still get what you need from Bernie after kicking him off the yacht?"

She worried it might affect his plans.

Ronald, seeing her concern, ruffled her hair gently. "That's not something you need to worry about. Go on."

"Okay."

Stella nodded and left with the waiter.

As she passed by Finley, he desperately grabbed her wrist.noveldrama

"Star, don't leave me!"

Stella met Finley's gaze, and he tried his best to look pitiful and helpless.

Ronald's eyes zeroed in on Finley's hand gripping Stella's wrist, his expression hardening and exuding danger.

Stella said, "If you don't let go, your arm's gonna be bruised."

Scared out of his wits, Finley immediately released her.

Stella turned to Ronald. "He's been by your side for so many years, and now he's acting so thoughtlessly. At the end of the day, it's because you've spoiled him." Finley panicked. "Wait, are you trying to get me killed?"

Stella was at a loss for words.

This guy, low emotional intelligence

and lacking common sense too? Couldn't he see she was actually trying to help him? How he managed to become a medical genius was beyond her. en

Stella quickly left the scene.

Now it was just Ronald and Finley.

Finley chuckled nervously. "Hey man, I messed up."

Ronald turned and headed towards the pool deck, peeling off his shirt.

Then, his pants.

Finley gasped. "Whoa..."

Seeing Ronald's muscular back and the scratches on it, Finley couldn't help but wonder how intense things had been with Star. Clearly, he had really pushed her to the edge

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Wait, hold on... Why was Ronald stripping in front of him?

Just then, the long-legged lifeguard beauty climbed out of the pool, her lips pale from the cold water. But when she caught sight of Ronald her eyes lingered on his chiseled

abs, and her cheeks

red.

With a hint of shyness, she called out, "Sir."

Ronald shot her a look of disgust and coldly barked, "Scram."

The beauty, startled by his harshness, stumbled and quickly fled.

Ronald turned his gaze back to Finley.

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With that look, Finley clutched his shirt tightly. "What are you implying? I'll have you know, I'm not into that sort of thing."