Chapter 1293
Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee
The waiter was frightened.
âWhy do you have guns?â he shouted in panic.
Bruce shot the waiter a threatening glare and said, âGet out! And donât make any mention of what is
going on here. Otherwise, youâll die.â
The look in his eyes was so scary that the waiter nodded repeatedly.
âI wonât say a word.â
With that, he rushed out and closed the door.
Bruce picked up the gun and put into Millieâs bag. Millie was a little numb now.
Bruce couldnât help but feel bad for her as she looked like the reflection of her own self. He couldnât 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.
âNo need to be overly concerned. Marcus has his own way of handling matters, and perhaps fate will
favor him,â he said reassuringly.
Millie shot a skeptical look at Bruce, finding his words laced with insincerity, akin to crocodile tears.
âI actually provided you an opportunity for revenge earlier. You were the one who chose to move the
gun aside. Promise me, you wonât venture into such perilous territory again,â Bruce implored.
âI had no intention of getting involved,â Millie replied with a heavy sigh.
She grabbed her bag and departed. While on her way back to the company, she mulled over the
adage, âWe all share the same roots; why must we quarrel among ourselves?â
It was evident that Claudiaâs 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, Claudia might become exasperated by her grandsonsâ perpetual feuds.
In the realm of men, being rich didnât seem to be enough. Must one vie to become the wealthiest?
Back in the private room, Bruce sampled a bite of the dish, finding it utterly bland.
He set his utensils down with a snap, his fingers brushing over the bullet hole in the table as he dialed
Marcusâ number.
âWhatâs going on?â Marcus inquired.
âDo you still have your M92 at home?â Bruce asked.
âWhy do you ask?â
âJust now, Millie pointed an M92 at my head. You should be protecting her, not allowing her to charge
into danger for your sake.â
Marcusâ eyes widened in astonishment.