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 frightened to even rubberneck.

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

treated like a punching bag, took a beating before collapsing

his head with his arms, looking like a

motionless, knocked out cold, that the

bodyguard handed the necklace to Lysander, “Mr.

out to

piercing gaze turned to the sales assistant,

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

pool, though the diamonds around the

destroyed on the spot. Bowing and scraping, he said, “Mr. Sinclair, the necklace was custom-made for fifty million. We’ll

too eager

to great losses, a rule well understood by anyone who frequented the marketplace.

world, the one who

dare offend