Chapter 361

“I’m taking what I came for. As for your terms…” He paused, his eyes turning colder, 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 infamous 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 followed 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. A man should never let a woman jeopardize important matters. As the head of the Lucano family, you should understand that better than anyone.”

Sebastian’s eyes met Bernie’s, a silent challenge 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 remained.

“Is that thing 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.

He reached out and tousled her hair.

Stephanie said, “If I’d known, I would’ve just stayed on the plane and slept. Or you could tell me what it is, and I’ll sneak it back for you.”

Macro burst into laughter, the kind that bubbled up and couldn’t be stopped. “And how are you planning to steal it? Because you’re small?”

Stephanie thought, ‘Does this guy ever shut up?’

Macro waved his hand, still chuckling. “Richard is on Keris Isle too. What if he catches you while you’re snoozing on the plane?”

Elliot and Stephanie were speechless. Macro had a knack for finding the exact words that made people’s blood boil.

Sebastian shot a quick, warning glance at Macro. Kicking him would’ve been satisfying, but they were too far apart. It wasn’t worth the effort. He turned to Elliot, who was standing behind him, and said, “Go, throw them all overboard.”

Elliot nodded, his face a mask of calm. “Yes, sir.”

Stephanie asked in shock, “What? This yacht is yours?” She’d noticed the yacht looked familiar when she was on the pier talking to Ella. But Bernie had acted like he owned the place, so she’d assumed it was his.

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

Stephanie was stunned. ‘Mine? Wait, what? So Bernie hit on me on my yacht?’

“Throw them. It’s the right thing to do,” she said. If that thing hadn’t been important to Sebastian, she would’ve already taken care of Bernie.

Elliot moved off to handle the situation.

Macro’s eyes widened in shock as he stared at Sebastian. “How much of the stuff you’ve bought over the years is in her name?”

Stephanie’s gaze snapped to Sebastian as well. The Shallow Bay Area in Long Harbor is a birthday gift. But when had he bought this yacht for me?

Sebastian looked down at Stephanie and admitted quietly, “I don’t know.” He’d forgotten when it had started, but somehow, it had become second nature to put everything under her name.

Macro’s face contorted in confusion as he thought, “Wait, so Stephanie doesn’t even know her own financial status?” He raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing. “Aren’t you worried Stephanie might betray you and run off with all the money!”

Sebastian’s eyes darkened, and Stephanie’s gaze sharpened. Both of them shot icy glares at Macro, as if they could tear him apart with their eyes.