Chapter 923


    A bodyguard snatched the ne from Bruce’s grasp, and with long strides, marched towards him.


    Panic-stricken, Bruce kept backing up until his back hit the disy counter, trapped with nowhere else


    to go.


    The bodyguard grabbed Bruce by the cor and raised his fist.


    Seeing the impending punch, Bruce’s pupils dted with fear, and he pleaded, “Mr. Sinir, 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 themotion, too frightened to even rubberneck.


    The ck-d 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 copsing 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 hey motionless, knocked out cold, that the bodyguards stopped their assault.


    Turning away, a bodyguard handed the ne to Lysander, “Mr. Sinir, your property.”


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


    N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    want something that Bruce had touched?


    His piercing gaze turned to the sales assistant, “Melt it down!”


    His chilling authority was not to be questioned. The assistant hurried over, took the ne from the


    bodyguard, and tossed it into the crucible.


    The ne, worth millions, melted into a pool, though the diamonds around the cloud-shaped


    pendant glowed red-hot, retaining their shape.


    Soon after, the store’s general manager arrived, upon hearing that Lysander’s ne had been


    destroyed on the spot. Bowing and scraping, he said, “Mr. Sinir, the ne was custom-made for


    fifty million. We’ll transfer the funds to the Sinir Group’s ount immediately.”


    Who would dare shortchange Lysander? People in the mall were too eager to butter him up to even


    think about it.


    Taking small liberties could lead to great losses, a rule well understood by anyone who frequented the


    marketce.


    Especially when it came to Lysander, the kingpin of themercial world, the one who held the power


    of life and death over the entire business district.


    Who would dare offend him?


    “I’ll give you an ount. Transfer it there,” Lysandermanded before leaving with his bodyguards.


    “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 specting.


    ‘Is this guy dead?”


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


    Hearing the crowd, the general manager hastily instructed the staff, “Quick, call an ambnce and get


    him out of here.”


    It was their turf; a death on the premises could ruin their business. If the ambnce 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 red 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?”