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.

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

narrowed his eyes slightly. "Alright, what's the

cigar. "That item seems to

respond, his

had noticed her the moment he turned

it that Mr. Quinn isn't interested in women. Turns out you just have a particular taste.

but locating one so petite with such delicate features was no

was flippant, as though he were assessing

grown up at Ronald's side, assuming instead that she was some plaything he'd brought

words left Bernie's mouth,

brazen stare at Stella,

mouth twitched as he glanced at Bernie,

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

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

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

her

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