Vengeance With My White Knight by Maya Kensington

Chapter 198

The man’s assistant spotted Sebastian and hurried over, whispering urgently into his bow’s ear. The man’s face lit up with a broad, ingratiating smile as he handed off his golf club and strode over, extending his hand.

“Mr. Giovanni, I didn’t expect you to actually show up,” he said, his tone dripping with feigned surprise.

Sebastian could see Stephanie’s discomfort, so he glanced at the outstretched hand but made no move to take it. Instead he got straight to the point, his voice flat and unyielding. “Bernie, you know why I’m here. Lancelot left something here. I want

it

Bernie’s bushy eyebrows shot up, and his smile widened even further, as if he was savoring the moment. His beard twitched with the effort of holding back a laugh.

“Ah, Lancelot,” he drawled, the name rolling off his tongue like a joke. “Mr. Giovanni, let’s discuss this calmly, shall we?

The word “discuss hung in the air, a clear signal to Sebastian that this wouldn’t be a simple handover

Bernie gestured to a nearby sofa, and as they settled in, a statuesque woman with long legs slid gracefully into Bernie’s lap. Her presence seemed almost rehearsed. Bernie’s tanned hand immediately found its way to her waist, his fingers tracing lazy

circles.

The assistant, ever the dutiful lackey, handed Bernie a lit cigar. Bernie took a long, slow drag, and then blew a perfect smoke ring in the woman’s direction.

Stephanie, watching the scene unfold, felt a pang of regret. She should have stayed on the plane for a nap.

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed, his gaze hardening. “Alright, what are your terms?” he asked.

Bernie took another drag of his cigar, exhaling slowly. “So, that thing is really important to you, Mr. Giovanni?”

Sebastian remained silent, his expression unreadable. But at this moment, silence spoke volumes, and Bernie took it as confirmation.

Bernie’s smile widened, his gaze shifting to Stephanie. He’d noticed her the moment he turned around. She was small, almost delicate, with a youthful look that hadn’t fully matured yet.

Feeling his eyes on her, Stephanie instinctively edged closer to Sebastian.

rumors always said you hated being surrounded by women. Turns out you like this type–hard

really catches your eye isn’t easy. Especially with that

thing. Mr. Giovanni?” Clearly, he

air, a cold, dangerous glint flickered in Sebastian’s eyes. But Bernie, too engrossed

weird smile as he glanced at Bernie. ‘He’s done for this time, he wondered.

been quietly observing, glanced at Macro. He

himself.

watch, his impatience seeping into his voice. “Get to the point. What do

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Chapter 198

your fer

mind raced. ‘Damin it! I wish

was crucial. She clenched her fide

as restrained. He casually pulled a gun from his waist and placed it next to his wine que The cold, dark muzzle was pointed straight at

weapon, but Bernie stopped him

was there, resting on her knee–a reassuring weight. His voice, however,

Bernie’s face darkened.

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

anything in return? That’s ridiculous. This guy’s infamous on Keris Isle for his greed. Anyone who deals with him usually

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

giving anything away. Macro glanced at the gun resting in front of Sebastian’s glass and couldn’t help but think, ‘Whoa, that’s

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

at Sebastian like a stern elder. “You’re not the only

As the head of the Lucano family, you should understand that

between them. Finally, Bernie sneered and walked out, the door slamming behind him. The room was quiet

that thing important?” Stephanie glanced at him. Sebastian’s face was a little off, like he’d bitten into

and tousled

slept. Or you could tell me what it is, and I’ll sneak it back for

laughter, the kind that bubbled up and couldn’t be stopped. “And how are you planning to stea. it? Because you’re