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,

bodyguards were clearly well-trained, not individuals to be trifled with. Nobody dared

treated like a punching bag, took a beating before collapsing

head with his arms, looking

until he lay motionless, knocked out cold, that the bodyguards

the necklace to

something soiled by Bruce, didn’t reach out to take it. How could he want something that Bruce had

the sales assistant,

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

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

hearing that Lysander’s necklace had been destroyed on the spot. Bowing and scraping, he said, “Mr. Sinclair, the necklace was custom-made for

would dare shortchange Lysander? People in the mall were too eager to butter him up to even think about

lead to great losses, a rule well understood by anyone who

one who held the power of life and death over the entire

would dare offend him?