Forsaken Daughter Pampered by Top Hier

Chapter 361

Chapter 361

stian tid. Tm taking what I came for As for your terms. He paused, his eyes turning colder and boring into Bernie’s “I gave you a chance. If you’re not willing to talk, then I’ll assume you don’t want anything in return”

Macro watched the exchange, his mind racing. Bernie doesn’t want anything in return! That’s ridiculous. This guy’s

sfamous on Kens Ide for his greed. Anyone who deals with him usually leaves feeling like they’ve been stripped bare

On the way over, Macro had been thinking about how no one ever seemed to get anything from Sebastian.

Sebastian was the type who never gave an inch, but Bernie was always the one trying to take something. Macro wondered what, if anything. Bernie could possibly get from Sebastian this time

But now, it was clear that Sebastian wasn’t giving anything away. Macro glanced at the gun resting in front of Sebastian’s glass and couldn’t help but think, Whoa, that’s just Sebastian–always in control, never at a disadvantage

Fine. There’s nothing more to say,” Bernie said and stormed to the door, pushing aside the model clinging to him. the group of models following behind like a flock of birds.

At the door, Bernie paused and turned back, looking down at Sebastian like a stern elder. “You’re not the only one who wants that, you know. Think carefully.

man should never let a woman jeopardize important matters. As the head of the Lucano family, you should understand that better than

Bernie’s, a silent challenge passing between them. Finally. Bernie sneered and walked out, the door slamming behind him. The room was quiet again, and only Sebastian and his

glanced at him. Sebastian’s face was a little off, like

reached our and tousled her hair.

Or you could tell

couldn’t be stopped. “And how are you planning to steal it?

you’re small?

‘Does this guy

Isle too. What if he catches you while you’re

Stephanie were speechless. Macro had a knack for finding the exact words that made

apart. It wasn worth the effort. He turned to Elliot, who was

a mask of calm. “Yes,

yacht is yours?” She’d noticed the yacht looked familiar when she was on the pier talking to Ella. But Bernie had acted like he owned the place, so she’d assumed it was

smile softened his features. The tension from earlier was gone.

‘Mine? Wait, what? So Bernie hit on me on my

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