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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.

hindsight, staying on the plane and catching some sleep

his eyes slightly. "Alright,

took another drag from the cigar. "That item seems to be quite significant

didn't respond, his silence implying

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

Mr. Quinn isn't interested in women. Turns out you just have a particular taste.

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

little treasure?" Bernie's tone was flippant, as though he were assessing merchandise rather than

Stella had grown up at Ronald's side, assuming instead that

left Bernie's mouth, Ronald's gaze deepened, chilling and

brazen stare at Stella, remained oblivious

twitched as he glanced at Bernie, thinking, "This

imagined someone could be more reckless than Finley. Ronald checked his watch. "State

lazy gesture, Bernie pointed his cigar

more than to throttle Bernie, but the importance of their mission kept her rooted. Whatever the item was,

her

without a word,

he placed a gun next to the

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