The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 923

A bodyguard snatched the necklace from Bruce’s grasp, and with long strides, marched towards him.

Panic-stricken, Bruce kept backing up until his back hit the display counter, trapped with nowhere else to go.

The bodyguard grabbed Bruce by the collar and raised his fist.

Seeing the impending punch, Bruce’s pupils dilated with fear, and he pleaded, “Mr. Sinclair, please, have mercy! I swear I’ll never pick up anything of yours again… Agh!”

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Before Bruce could finish, the bodyguard’s fist came crashing down, striking him squarely in the eye.

Stars exploded before Bruce’s eyes as dizziness overwhelmed him. He hardly had a chance to recover before a barrage of punches and kicks followed.

Bruce’s screams echoed through the store.

The sales assistant, petrified, hid to the side, too scared to make a peep.

by quickly steered clear of the commotion, too

were clearly well-trained, not individuals to be trifled

a punching bag, took a beating before collapsing to the ground, still the bodyguards didn’t

with his arms, looking

he lay motionless, knocked out cold, that the bodyguards stopped their

a bodyguard handed the necklace to

something soiled by Bruce, didn’t reach out to take it. How

the sales assistant,

questioned. The assistant hurried over, took the necklace from the

into a pool, though the diamonds around the cloud-shaped pendant glowed red-hot, retaining their shape.

after, the store’s general manager arrived, upon hearing that Lysander’s necklace had been destroyed on the spot. Bowing and scraping, he said, “Mr. Sinclair, the

Lysander? People in the mall were too eager to butter him up to even think about it.

liberties could lead to great losses, a rule

the kingpin of the commercial world, the one who held

would dare offend him?