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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.

along. In hindsight, staying on the plane and

narrowed his eyes slightly. "Alright,

drag from the cigar. "That item seems to be

his silence

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

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

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

tone was flippant, as though

Ronald's side, assuming instead

words left Bernie's mouth, Ronald's gaze

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

he glanced at Bernie, thinking,

hadn't imagined someone could be

Bernie pointed his cigar at Stella. "Let me have her for a day, and the item is yours. Fair

wanted nothing more than to throttle Bernie, but the importance of their mission kept her rooted. Whatever the item was,

her

without a

a gun next to the wine glass

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