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.

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

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

head with his arms, looking like

knocked out cold, that the

bodyguard handed the necklace to Lysander, “Mr. Sinclair,

to touch something soiled by Bruce, didn’t reach out to take

turned to the sales assistant, “Melt it

be questioned. The assistant hurried over, took the necklace from the bodyguard, and tossed it into

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

scraping, he said, “Mr. Sinclair, the necklace was custom-made for fifty million. We’ll transfer the funds to the

were too

rule well understood by

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

would dare