And honestly, she never thought much of her own figure.
Mostly, it was because she''d been influenced by Star before. Back then, Ste couldn''t care less about Yorick.
Her whole vibe was all about: career first, live however makes you happy, do your own thing.
Now, out of nowhere, someone''s actually handing her a te of fried chicken to help her "fill out,” and Susanna''sposure is starting to crack.
Susanna pouted, feeling a little sorry for herself.
But Hull just lookedpletely unfazed. "You don''t have to eat it if you don''t want to."
Susanna hesitated. "Well, I guess I''ll eat it."
After all, fried chicken isn''t going to hurt her, right? Worst case, she gets some extra protein. Best case, maybe it really will help her curves.
So Susanna, still pouting, sat there under Hull''s watchful gaze and polished off one piece, then another, then another.
By the time she reached for her fourth drumstick, Hull raised an eyebrow. "You sure you''re still hungry?"
Susanna grinned. "Of course I am."
She''d been practically starvingtely. Used to have the appetite of a kitten, but now? She could put away a steak dinner, no problem.
Suddenly, she understood why Ste could eat so much. You need the energy if you''ve got a lot going on.
Later that afternoon, Susanna asked Hull when she''d get back to training-she wanted to squeeze in a nap first.
Hull just shrugged. "If you''re tired, skip it."
"Wait, really?" Susanna blinked. "You mean it?"
Hull rolled his eyes. "You think the mess at ck Gate is worth running yourself into the ground?"
"Mess?" Susanna repeated, incredulous.
Dude, ck Gate was practically a war zone these days, everybody fighting for control, power struggles everywhere.
Yet Hull was calling it a "mess," like it was nothing?
So what actually counted as a big deal to him?
Hull leaned back, hands behind his head. "Lincoln just called. Your other brother, Finch, got seriously hurt. Now Derek''s all wrapped up in his son''s drama. Your mom finally has some breathing room. If she''s ruthless enough..."
He nced at Susanna, hesitated for a moment-this was, after all, her family tearing each other apart.
"If your mom''s got the guts, now''s the perfect time to take them out for good."
Susanna didn''t even hesitate. "She better go for it."
Seriously, what was she supposed to do-y nice? Not a chance.
Hull couldn''t help but smile at her sudden fierce energy. "Yeah. She really should."
"And when she finally takes over the ck Gate, you''ll be the princess of the whole ce."
"I don''t care about being the so-called princess," Susanna scoffed. "I just want Derek dead."
Yvonne had already broken down all the tangled ck Gate rtionships for her Turns out, Dan was a total jerk, and every guy in the Mumay family was pretty much trash.
Susanna couldn''t forget how Derek always protected his mistress, only loved her
kid, and treated everyone else like they didn''t matter.
If his "true love" was so special, why bother having kids with anyone else? And
then resent those kids? How does that even make sense?
Hull just chuckled.
"So, you want your mom to finish him off?"
Susanna nodded firmly. "Absolutely."
Not a hint of hesitation—no inner conflict about her mom possibly killing her dad.
She was Team Mom, all the way.
After Hull exined the ck Gate situation, Susanna wasn''t too worried about her mom anymore.
Especially since he''d mentioned Yvonne and Xander were also heading to ck Gate to confront Dan.
He hadn''t said why, but if Yvonne and Xander were busy with Dan, then her mom could focus on taking down Derek.
Susanna still wanted to go to ck Gate herself, but Hull pointed out she''d only make things messier Derek might even use her too manipte her mom''s feelings.
So, after thinking it over, she decided not to go and make things worse.
Hull handed her his phone, and she immediately called Ste.