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

eyes slightly.

from the cigar. "That item seems to be

respond, his

as he shifted his gaze to Stella. He had noticed her the moment he turned around. She was petite and appeared not fully matured. Stella, sensing his

it that Mr. Quinn isn't interested in

such delicate features was no easy feat, especially

treasure?" Bernie's tone was flippant,

had grown up at Ronald's

those words left Bernie's mouth, Ronald's gaze deepened,

in his brazen stare at Stella, remained oblivious to

mouth twitched as he glanced at Bernie,

quick look with Finley. Evidently, even he hadn't imagined

impatience. The icy edge in his voice snapped Bernie's attention back to him. With a lazy gesture, Bernie pointed his cigar at Stella. "Let me have her for a day, and the item

Bernie, but the importance of their mission kept her

bit back her

without a

one fluid motion he placed a gun next to the wine

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