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

eyes slightly. "Alright, what's the

from the cigar. "That item seems

his silence implying

noticed her the moment he turned around. She was petite and

it that Mr. Quinn isn't interested in women. Turns out you just

locating one so petite with such delicate features

little treasure?" Bernie's tone was flippant, as though he were assessing merchandise rather than

no idea that Stella had grown up at Ronald's side,

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

brazen stare at Stella, remained

mouth twitched as he glanced at Bernie, thinking,

Finley. Evidently, even he hadn't imagined someone

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.

nothing more than to throttle Bernie, but the importance

her

a word,

fluid motion he placed a gun next to the wine glass on

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