Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

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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 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.”

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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 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 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 the company, she mulled over the adage, “We all share the sroots; why must we quarrel among ourselves?”

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

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

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

Marcus’ eyes widened in astonishment.

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