The waiter was frightened.


    “Why do you have guns?” he shouted in panic.


    Bruce shot the waiter a threatening re and said, “Get out! And don’t make any mention of what is


    going on here. Otherwise, you’ll die.”


    The look in his eyes was so scary that the waiter nodded repeatedly.


    “I won’t say a word.”


    With that, he rushed out and closed the door.


    Bruce picked up the gun and put into Millie’s bag. Millie was a little numb now.


    Bruce couldn’t help but feel bad for her as she looked like the reflection of her own self. He couldn’t do


    any help now.


    Bruce calmly poured himself a cup of tea, his gaze shifting to Millie, whose face had turned as pale as


    a ghost.


    “No need to be overly concerned. Marcus has his own way of handling matters, and perhaps fate will


    favor him,” he said reassuringly.


    Millie shot a skeptical look at Bruce, finding his wordsced with insincerity, akin to crocodile tears.


    “I actually provided you an opportunity for revenge earlier. You were the one who chose to move the


    gun aside. Promise me, you won’t venture into such perilous territory again,” Bruce implored.


    “I had no intention of getting involved,” Millie replied with a heavy sigh.


    She grabbed her bag and departed. While on her way back to thepany, she mulled over the


    adage, “We all share the same roots; why must we quarrel among ourselves?”


    It was evident that udia’s desire was for her three grandsons to live harmoniously, not embroiled in


    ceaseless conflicts. Yet, it seemed the trio rarely heeded her counsel.


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    One day, udia might be exasperated by her grandsons’ perpetual feuds.


    In the realm of men, being rich didn’t seem to be enough. Must one vie to be the wealthiest?


    Back in the private room, Bruce sampled a bite of the dish, finding it utterly nd.


    He set his utensils down with a snap, his fingers brushing over the bullet hole in the table as he dialed


    Marcus’ number.


    “What’s going on?” Marcus inquired.


    “Do you still have your M92 at home?” Bruce asked.


    “Why do you ask?”


    “Just now, Millie pointed an M92 at my head. You should be protecting her, not allowing her to charge


    into danger for your sake.”


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