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 might have been a better

his eyes slightly. "Alright,

took another drag from the cigar. "That item

respond, his silence

Stella. He had noticed her the moment he turned around. She was petite and appeared not fully

has it that Mr. Quinn isn't interested

petite with such delicate features was no easy feat,

Mr. Quinn find this little treasure?" Bernie's tone was flippant,

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

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

stare at Stella,

glanced at Bernie, thinking, "This guy's asking for

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

was laced with 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 is yours. Fair trade, wouldn't

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

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