The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 923

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!”

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.

Shoppers passing by quickly steered clear of the commotion, too frightened to even rubberneck.

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

Bruce, treated like a punching bag, took a beating before collapsing to the ground, still the bodyguards didn’t relent.

Curled up, Bruce shielded his head with his arms, looking like a kicked cur.

It wasn’t until he lay motionless, knocked out cold, that the bodyguards stopped their assault.

Turning away, a bodyguard handed the necklace to Lysander, “Mr. Sinclair, your property.”

Lysander, not wanting to touch something soiled by Bruce, didn’t reach out to take it. How could he want something that Bruce had touched?

“Yes, right away,” the general manager quickly agreed, following Lysander out to his car. After ensuring his departure, he returned to the mall.

By now, a crowd had gathered around the unconscious Bruce, murmuring and speculating.

‘Is this guy dead?”

“Look, there’s a lot of blood coming from his mouth. He’s probably a goner.”

Hearing the crowd, the general manager hastily instructed the staff, “Quick, call an ambulance and get him out of here.”

It was their turf; a death on the premises could ruin their business. If the ambulance took him away and he died at the hospital, it wouldn’t be their problem.

The sales assistant, nodding frantically in fright, asked, “Manager, should we call the police?”

The general manager glared at the assistant and rebuked sharply, “Are you out of your mind? In such a situation, do you dare to involve the police? Do you even want to stay in Starhaven?”