Chapter 361 Abigail is My Woman
In the VIP room at Celestial Sips, Bruce's brothers were surrounded by women in flashy outfits, but Bruce, unusually, drank in silence.
Sterling gave a signal to the two women with him. They immediately moved to Bruce, with one boldly sitting on his lap, wrapping her slender arms around his neck and speaking in a soft, seductive voice.
"Bruce, are you unhappy? Why are you drinking alone? Since you like drinking so much, how about I feed you?"
As she sipped her drink and leaned in for a kiss, Bruce shoved her away just before her red lips touched his, his sharp eyes brimming with intense disgust.
He coldly said, "Get lost."
The woman fell heavily to the ground, crying out in pain, and looked at Bruce with fear in her eyes.
Instantly, the lively and cheerful atmosphere in the room froze.
Everyone looked at each other, not understanding why Bruce suddenly got angry.
Sterling looked around and then stepped forward, putting his arm around Bruce's neck and laughing. "Bruce, we're all here to have fun, don't ruin the mood. Not interested in these two women? How about I get a few more for you?"
Bruce pushed his hand away and shook his head. "No need, you guys have fun, don't mind me."
Sterling was silent for a moment, his eyes flashing. "Bruce, are you still thinking about Michelle?"
But as soon as he finished speaking, a hand grabbed his neck.
The veins on Bruce's hand bulged as he applied pressure, his eyes filled with a bloodthirsty intensity. "You have no right to mention her name."
Pain shot through Sterling's neck, and he started to struggle to breathe, his face turning red.
At that moment, Sterling had no doubt that Bruce wanted to kill him.
Panic surged in his heart, and he quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Bruce, it was my mistake, I won't dare to do it again."
As soon as he finished speaking, the pressure on his neck eased, and Sterling clutched his throat, gasping for air.
Bruce gave him a cold look. "Don't let it happen again."
Sterling nodded repeatedly, promising, "It won't happen again, Bruce, don't worry."
Seeing Bruce continue to drink, Sterling breathed a sigh of relief, but a flash of hatred flickered in his lowered eyes, quickly disappearing.
At that moment, the door to the room was suddenly kicked open from the outside.
A group of men in black suits and sunglasses walked in, forming a line inside the room.
Bruce looked at the newcomers, his anger flaring up. "Quinn, what are you doing?"
Quinn walked in with Gregory and sat on the sofa opposite Bruce. "Settling a score with you."
Bruce glanced at Gregory, frowning slightly. "Settling a score, or looking for trouble?"
Quinn answered, "Both."
Bruce suddenly laughed. Everyone in Aerilon knew that Celestial Sips was his territory.
Quinn bringing people here was nothing short of a blatant provocation.
He stood up and forcefully smashed the wine glass in his hand.
The glass shattered on impact, scattering pieces everywhere.
A few timid women screamed in fright, but quickly shut their mouths under Bruce's glare.
"Stop wasting time with him, let's finish this quickly."
Gregory's tall, imposing figure stepped forward, exuding a powerful aura that Bruce could feel despite their similar height.
Before Bruce could speak, Gregory kicked him to the ground, where he landed on glass shards. Sharp pain shot through him, and blood stained the floor.
The veins on Bruce's forehead throbbed violently. He got up from the ground, swinging his fist at Gregory with a fierce look in his eyes.
"Who the hell are you to lay a hand on me? Today, I'll show you the consequences of messing with me!"
Gregory's swinging arm created an angry gust of wind. Narrowing his eyes, he kicked again, stopping Bruce's fist mid-swing. The kick landed on Bruce's chest, sending him rolling to the ground, coughing violently.
His previous aura vanished, leaving him a disheveled mess. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Wiping it away and seeing the blood on his fingers, he cursed in a low voice, "Fuck! In Aerilon, no one has ever dared to be so arrogant in front of me!"
He glared at Gregory with fierce eyes, "Who the hell are you?"
He turned to Quinn, questioning coldly, "Where did you find this bastard? Can't beat me yourself, so you brought someone to help? You're such a coward!"
Quinn straightened his suit, gave him a sidelong glance, and slowly walked forward, delivering another kick.
The action was ruthless, without a hint of hesitation.
Bruce had just gotten up from the ground and was kicked down again.
Pain surged from his chest, and Bruce clenched his fists in anger. "Are you crazy?"
Quinn retracted his leg and warned in a low voice, "Abigail is not someone you can hurt, got it?"
Abigail?
"You know that woman?" Bruce's eyes widened in shock.
That woman actually knew Quinn?
What a small world!
Quinn smirked. Know her? She's his sister! Bruce, that bastard, only cared about booze and women. If he so much as touched Abigail, he'd get far worse than a few kicks.
Bruce gritted his teeth, unwilling to back down. "What if I insist? Abigail is really beautiful, that body, that waist, she must be very tempting in bed. I really want to have a go with her."
Seeing the veins on Quinn's forehead bulge and the anger in his eyes, Bruce felt a surge of satisfaction.
He continued, "By the way, such a beautiful woman, is she your girl? That makes me even more interested."
Before he could finish, his collar was suddenly grabbed.
Gregory had walked over at some point, pulling out a folding fruit knife from his pocket and playing with it in his palm.
A flash of silver, and the cold, sharp blade was pressed against Bruce's neck.
Gregory's lips curved slightly, his deep eyes releasing a chilling light. "You can try."
With the blade against his neck, Bruce nervously swallowed.
His whole body stiffened, not daring to move, afraid that a slight mistake would cut his throat.
He glared at Gregory with hatred, threatening, "If you dare hurt me, the Worthington family won't let you off!"
Quinn sneered, slowly squatting in front of him.
His long, jade-like fingers pinched Bruce's chin, exuding a bone-chilling killing intent, making Bruce shiver uncontrollably.
"Do you think you still have a chance to walk out of here?"
His deep voice was devoid of any warmth, his eyes looking at Bruce as if he were already dead.
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