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.

slightly regretted coming along. In hindsight, staying on the plane and catching some sleep might have been a better

slightly. "Alright, what's

item seems to be quite

respond, his

almost friendly as he shifted his gaze to Stella. He had noticed her the moment he turned around.

a set of yellowed teeth. "Rumor has it that Mr. Quinn isn't interested in women. Turns out you just have a particular taste. Quite the

challenge, but locating one so petite with such delicate features was no easy feat, especially with cherubic cheeks that seemed impossibly

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

Stella had grown up at Ronald's side, assuming instead that she was some plaything

those words left Bernie's mouth, Ronald's

engrossed in his brazen stare at

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

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

attention back to him. With a lazy gesture, Bernie pointed his cigar at Stella. "Let me have her for a

more than to throttle Bernie, but the importance of their mission kept her

back her anger,

without a

placed a gun next to the wine

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