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.

quickly steered clear of the commotion,

were clearly well-trained, not individuals to be trifled with.

bag, took a beating before collapsing to

his arms,

knocked out cold,

handed the necklace to

reach out to take it.

gaze turned to the sales assistant,

be questioned. The assistant hurried over, took the necklace from the

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

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

shortchange Lysander? People in the mall were too eager to

great losses, a rule well understood by anyone who

the commercial world, the one who held the power of

dare offend him?