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.

the commotion, too frightened to

were clearly well-trained, not individuals to be trifled

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

up, Bruce shielded his head with his arms,

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

necklace

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

the sales assistant, “Melt it down!”

chilling authority was not to be questioned. The assistant hurried over, took the necklace from the bodyguard, and tossed it into the

necklace, worth millions, melted into a pool, though the diamonds around the cloud-shaped pendant glowed red-hot,

manager arrived, upon hearing that Lysander’s necklace had been destroyed on the spot. Bowing and scraping, he said, “Mr. Sinclair, the necklace was custom-made for fifty million. We’ll transfer the funds to the Sinclair Group’s account

in the mall were too eager to butter him up to

small liberties could lead to great losses, a rule well understood

the commercial world, the one who held the power of life and death over the entire business

would dare offend