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Chapter 1293

The waiter was frightened.

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

Bruce shot the waiter a threatening glare and said, “Get out! And don’t make any mention of what isgoing 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 doany help now.

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

“No need to be overly concerned. Marcus has his own way of handling matters, and perhaps fate willfavor him,” he said reassuringly.

Millie shot a skeptical look at Bruce, replaceing his words laced with insincerity, akin to crocodile tears.

“I actually provided you an opportunity for revenge earlier. You were the one who chose to move thegun 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 the company, she mulled over theadage, “We all share the same roots; why must we quarrel among ourselves?”

It was evident that Claudia’s desire was for her three grandsons to live harmoniously, not embroiled inceaseless conflicts. Yet, it seemed the trio rarely heeded her counsel.

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One day, Claudia might become exasperated by her grandsons’ perpetual feuds.

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

Back in the private room, Bruce sampled a bite of the dish, replaceing it utterly bland.

He set his utensils down with a snap, his fingers brushing over the bullet hole in the table as he dialedMarcus’ 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 chargeinto danger for your sake.”

Marcus’ eyes widened in astonishment.