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.

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

wondering, There are plenty of petite girls around, but finding one who really catches your eye isn’t easy. Especially with that baby face… she just looks

evaluating a rare collectible. “Where did you get this little thing. Mr. Giovanni?” Clearly, he had no

a cold, dangerous glint flickered in Sebastian’s eyes.

at Bernie. ‘He’s done for this time, he wondered.

Macro. He hadn’t expected to find anyone

himself.

seeping into his voice. “Get

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with a flick of his cigar, he pointed at Stephanie “How about your fer me were her for a day? You can have whatever you’re after.

mind raced. ‘Damin it! I wish I

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

waist and placed it next to his wine que

his weapon, but Bernie stopped him with a sharp

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

Bernie’s face darkened.

and boring into Bernie’s. “I gave you a chance. If you’re not willing to talk, then I’ll assume

doesn’t want anything in return? That’s ridiculous. This guy’s infamous on Keris Isle for his greed. Anyone who deals with him usually

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.

resting in front of Sebastian’s glass and couldn’t help but think, ‘Whoa, that’s just Sebastian–always in control, never at

to say,” Bernie said and stormed to the door, pushing aside the model clinging to him, the group of models following

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

matters. As the head of the

and walked out, the door slamming behind him. The room was quiet again,

was a little off, like he’d bitten into something

reached out and tousled her

the plane and slept. Or you could tell me what it is,

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