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.

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

eyes slightly.

"That item seems to be quite

respond, his

the moment he turned around. She was petite and appeared not fully matured. Stella, sensing his scrutiny, instinctively

"Rumor has it that Mr. Quinn isn't interested in women. Turns out you

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

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

up at Ronald's side, assuming instead that she was some plaything he'd brought

moment those words left Bernie's mouth, Ronald's

in his brazen stare at Stella, remained oblivious to the shift in

as he glanced at Bernie, thinking,

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

lazy gesture, Bernie pointed his cigar at Stella. "Let me

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

her anger, staying

a word,

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

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