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.

regretted coming along. In hindsight, staying on the plane

slightly. "Alright, what's the

"That item seems to be quite significant for

his

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

flashed a set of yellowed teeth. "Rumor has it that Mr. Quinn isn't interested in women. Turns out you

such delicate

little treasure?" Bernie's tone was flippant, as though

up at Ronald's side,

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

at Stella, remained oblivious

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

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

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

She wanted nothing more than to throttle Bernie, but the importance of their mission kept

her anger,

without a

gun next to the wine glass on the table, its cold, dark barrel

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