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.

In hindsight, staying on the

his eyes slightly. "Alright,

the cigar. "That item seems

his silence

the moment he turned around. She was petite and

teeth. "Rumor has it that Mr. Quinn isn't interested in women. Turns out you just have a particular taste. Quite the

woman wasn't the challenge, but locating one so petite with such delicate features was no easy feat, especially

find this little treasure?" Bernie's tone was

had grown up at Ronald's side, assuming

Bernie's mouth, Ronald's

his brazen stare at Stella,

twitched as he glanced at

Evidently, even he hadn't imagined someone could be more reckless than Finley. Ronald checked

attention back to him. With a lazy gesture, Bernie pointed his cigar at Stella. "Let me have her for a day, and the

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

her

a word,

waist. In one fluid motion he placed a gun next to the wine

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