Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 362

Finley exhaled in disbelief. Don't want any perks, huh?

Bernie was notorious on Cyris Isle for his greed— those who came to negotiate with him often left feeling squeezed dry.

With one man reluctant to give an inch and the other hungry for more, Finley wondered what could possibly result from such an encounter between Bernie and Ronald.

Seeing the pistol casually placed in front of Ronald's wine glass, Finley couldn't help but think to himself, "That's Ronald for you- never losing an ounce, no matter the situation."

"Well, if that's the case, we really have nothing more to discuss."

With that said, Bernie pushed the beautiful woman on his lap aside and stormed off in a huff. The entourage of women followed suit.

At the door, Bernie paused and cast a glance back at Ronald. "You know, Mr. Quinn, you're not the only one interested in that item. You might want to give it some serious thought. A man’s greatest mistake is letting a woman ruin important affairs. As the head of the Lugar family, surely you understand that."

Thinking himself a good decade older than Ronald, Bernie spoke in a patronizing tone.

Ronald shot him a cold, unimpressed look.

Their eyes clashed fiercely in the air, until Bernie let out a derisive laugh and left with his entourage.

Soon enough, only Ronald's people remained.

Stella looked at him. "Is that thing really important?"

Ronald reached out and gently ruffled her soft hair.

"If I'd known, I wouldn't have come. I would’ve just stayed sleeping on the plane. Or, you know, you could tell me what it is, and I'll help you steal it back."

Finley, standing nearby, let out a loud chuckle.

He couldn't help but laugh at Stella's suggestion. "What are you planning to use to steal it? Your height advantage?"

Stella froze. Could this man not keep quiet for once?

Still chuckling, Finley waved a hand dismissively. "Besides, Xander's also on Cyris Isle. If you were sleeping on the plane, what if someone stole you away?"

Both Idris and Stella fell silent. Ah, Finley, always managing to hit exactly where it hurts.

Ronald shot a glance at Finley, but this time he didn't kick him. Instead, he just gave him a warning look—partly because he was sitting too far away to make it worth the effort to get up.