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.

of the commotion, too

not individuals to be trifled with. Nobody dared cross

punching bag, took a beating before collapsing to the ground, still the

up, Bruce shielded his head with his arms, looking like

out cold, that the bodyguards stopped

handed the necklace to Lysander, “Mr.

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

piercing gaze turned to the sales assistant,

over, took the necklace

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

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

the mall were too eager to butter

rule well understood by anyone

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

would dare offend him?