Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 361

The assistant standing behind the man noticed Ronald and quickly whispered something in his ear.

At the words, the man handed off his pool cue, turned around with a broad, welcoming smile, and strode over to Ronald, extending his hand.

"Mr. Quinn, I didn't think you'd actually show up."

Ronald glanced at the outstretched hand but didn't shake it. Instead, he said coolly, "Mr. Bernie, you know why I'm here. I'm here to collect what Lancelot left with you."

No pleasantries, no small talk, Ronald cut straight to the point. He could sense Stella's discomfort in this setting.

Bernie raised an eyebrow, his grin widening, making his scruffy beard shift slightly.

"Ha, Lancelot, huh? Mr. Quinn, why don't we discuss this over here?"

The emphasis on "discuss" made it clear to Ronald that retrieving the item wouldn't be straightforward.

Bernie gestured toward a nearby couch and led the way. He sank into it casually, and within moments, a tall, slim woman perched herself on his lap. Bernie's large, tanned hand rested on her waist, his fingers idly tracing circles. The assistant from earlier handed Bernie a lit cigar.

Taking a slow puff, Bernie exhaled a think plume of smoke, directly toward the woman.

regretted coming along. In hindsight, staying on the plane and catching some sleep might

eyes slightly. "Alright,

cigar. "That item

didn't respond, his silence

her the moment he turned around. She was petite and appeared

Mr. Quinn isn't interested in women. Turns out you

locating one so petite with such delicate features was no easy feat, especially with cherubic

Bernie's tone was flippant, as though he were assessing merchandise

Ronald's side, assuming

left Bernie's mouth, Ronald's gaze

stare at Stella, remained oblivious to the shift in

he glanced at Bernie, thinking, "This

even he hadn't imagined someone could be more reckless

to him. With a lazy gesture, Bernie pointed his cigar at Stella. "Let me have her for a day, and the item is yours. Fair trade,

throttle Bernie, but the importance of their mission kept her rooted. Whatever the item was, it was clearly

bit back her anger, staying

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fluid motion he placed a gun next to the wine glass on the table, its cold, dark barrel aimed squarely at

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