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.

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

eyes slightly.

item seems to be quite significant for you, Mr.

respond, his

He had noticed her the moment he turned around. She was petite

"Rumor has it that Mr. Quinn isn't interested in women.

with such delicate features was no easy feat,

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

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

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

stare at Stella, remained oblivious to the

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

overhearing Bernie's comment, exchanged a quick look with Finley. Evidently, even he hadn't imagined someone could be more reckless than

Bernie's attention back to him. With a lazy gesture, Bernie pointed his cigar at Stella.

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

back her

a word,

motion he placed a gun next to the

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