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.

set of stained, yellowed teeth. “The rumors always said you hated being surrounded by women. Turns out you like this type–hard to find, indeed.”

around, but finding one who really catches your eye isn’t easy. Especially with that baby face… she just looks

flippant, as if he were evaluating a rare collectible. “Where did you get this little thing. Mr. Giovanni?” Clearly, he had no idea that Stephanie had been raised by Sebastian, assuming she was just

dangerous glint flickered in Sebastian’s eyes. But Bernie, too engrossed in his leering appraisal of Stephanie, failed

weird smile as he glanced at Bernie. ‘He’s done for

observing, glanced at Macro. He hadn’t expected to find

himself.

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

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Chapter 198

gaze snapped back to him, and with a flick of his cigar, he pointed at Stephanie “How about your fer me were

‘Damin it! I wish I could kill

He was negotiating because whatever Bernie had was crucial. She clenched her fide

to his wine que The cold, dark muzzle was pointed straight at

but Bernie stopped him

her knee–a reassuring weight. His voice, however, ww anything but reassuring. “I’m not here to negotiate,” he

Bernie’s face darkened.

colder and boring into Bernie’s. “I gave you a chance.

infamous on Keris Isle for his greed. Anyone who deals with him usually leaves feeling like they’ve been stripped bare

was the type who never gave an inch, but Bernie was

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

Bernie said and stormed to the door, pushing aside the model clinging to him, the group of models following behind like a flock of

and turned back, looking down at Sebastian like a stern elder. “You’re not the only one who wants that, you

woman jeopardize important matters. As the head of the Lucano family, you should understand

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

a little off, like

and tousled her

plane and slept. Or

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