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.

should never let a woman jeopardize important matters. As the head

Finally. Bernie sneered and walked out, the door slamming behind

important?” Stephanie glanced at him. Sebastian’s face was a little off, like he’d bitten into something sour, so she assumed it must be important

and tousled

I would’ve just stayed on the plane and slept. Or you could tell me what it is, and I’ll sneak

into laughter, the kind that bubbled up and couldn’t be stopped. “And

you’re small?

‘Does this guy ever shut up?”

his hand, still chuckling. “Richard is on Keris Isle too. What if he catches you while you’re snoozing on

for finding the exact words that made people’s blood boil.

warning glance at Macro. Kicking him would’ve been satisfying, but they were too far apart. It wasn worth the effort. He turned to

his face a mask of calm. “Yes, sir.”

yacht looked familiar when she was on the pier talking to Ella. But Bernie had

smile softened his features. The tension from earlier was gone. “It’s yours,” he

So Bernie hit on me on my yacht?

1/2

Sat, 22

Chapter 361