Mr. Tycoon's Beloved Wife: The Madam No One Dares to Offend

Chapter 348: Rich Bruce

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Hilla got up to get her coat. Bruce grabbed her wrist and said seriously, "Let me handle it."

Hilla smiled gently and pulled her wrist out of his palm.

"Let me do it. You are strong. It will not be good if you kill him."

Bruce faintly replied with his mouth twitched, "Don’t hurt yourself later."

Seeing he agreed, Hilla smiled with satisfaction.

A stinky man was not able to hurt her.

"Tell me if you feel it’s not enough."

It was the same if he replaced her to beat the one.

Bruce’s voice was low and gentle. Hilla nodded.

She just wanted to vent her anger, though the one who was hurt was Lori. She could bear bullying a girl in such a despicable way.

What’s more, the one wanted to pin the blame on Bruce. If she endured it, people would think she and Bruce were weak.

Bruce had no intention of retreating. He took a deep breath and put on Hilla with a coat.

Although it was hot now, it was easy to catch a cold if using physical strength and sweating.

Hilla glanced at the upstairs. Lori rested in the room at the corner.

Seeing Bruce frown, Hilla said, "Don’t worry. She drank a glass of milk. She will not wake up tonight."

The dosage of the medicine in the milk was not large, but it was enough to make Lori sleep peacefully for the whole night.

Hilla hoped that this matter would be completely solved before tomorrow morning.

But she didn’t know what would happen to Lori when the truth was exposed.

Bruce nodded and said, "The community has arranged for someone to take care of her at that time."

He didn’t feel guilty or have a concern about Lori. He just didn’t want anything else to trouble Hilla.

Bruce held Hilla’s hand tightly. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he didn’t say a word.

In the basement of a bar in River City.

The man was blocked by a few bodyguards. He was full of doubts and nervousness. "Who are you? What are you doing?"

James gave a signal and all the bodyguards in the room retreated. Then Bruce and Hilla walked in.

When Hilla saw Fred, she frowned slightly. It seemed she had thought Fred would be here, but she looked a little surprised.

When Fred saw them, he was also surprised. He subconsciously said, "Mr. Anderson, what do you want to do?"

Fred was puzzled as if he knew nothing happened before him.

Bruce pulled Hilla to sit down on the sofa at the side. His cold gaze fell on the face of Fred who knew the answer. He sneered, "What do you think?"

"Today is Miss Anderson’s wedding day. Nancy asked me to send the gift. Is there anything wrong?"

"No. But are you sure what you did was send a wedding gift?"

Hilla didn’t want to play riddles with Fred. She interrupted Fred and didn’t give him a chance to act.

"What did you do to Lori? Have you forgotten? Do I need to help you to remember it?"

Hilla said calmly. Her pure black eyes were filled with coldness.

She had misjudged Fred. In the past, she thought he was nobody. Now she found he was strange.

Hilla’s words were like a sharp arrow, shooting at Fred.

He panicked but quickly regained his composure and said, "I don’t know what you mean, Mrs. Anderson. What happened to Lori? Wasn’t she at Miss Anderson’s wedding? Did something happen at the wedding?"

People wouldn’t shed a tear until seeing the coffin. Fred was good at dissembling.

It seemed he had disguised for a long time so that he could not blow his cover.

Hilla laughed in anger. She hated shameful people, especially hypocritical playas.

Before Bruce’s action, Hilla stood up and strode forward, "What happened to Lori? You’ll know it soon."

She was kind. Why would she waste time on this kind of man? Wouldn’t it be better to beat him up?

In the basement, a miserable scream of a man soon sounded. When James heard it, he shrank his neck and felt scared.

Thinking of Hilla’s shoulder throw, James felt his body was falling apart.

"Hand over the item."

Hilla threw the wooden stick that she picked up from somewhere on the ground. Fred on the ground raised his head slightly. He could only barely see Hilla was looking down at him, like a queen.

He opened his mouth, but the pain made him groan.

He was not a match for a woman, not to mention a man was sitting beside and watching the show.

"Looks like you don’t intend to hand it over."

Hilla smiled. Her charming smile became cold.

She was like a red rose soaked in poison, beautiful but deadly.

Fred shivered and took out a phone from his pocket.

Hilla glanced at it. She kicked the nearby pillar.

Fred shuddered again. He could imagine that if Hilla kicked him, his bones would be shattered and his brains would burst out.

How could Hilla just be a woman? She was a female killer.

Hilla revealed a pure and harmless smile. She wiped her hands with tissue. When she raised her eyes, she showed unique charm.

"Don’t tell me you have backup copies."

Fred looked at her and shook his head in horror.

Hilla smiled in satisfaction, and suddenly said in a low voice, "I hope that in my lifetime, I won’t see the content in it."

Fred felt it was a threat.

He was so scared that he shook his head hard. Whether it would affect his injuries or his bones would break, he hoped Hilla could disappear quickly.

Hilla walked up to Bruce out of boredom and pouted, "Send him to the police. As an acquaintance, we help him this time."

Bruce stood up and grabbed her hand. When he saw the red mark on her hand, he said coldly, "You’re injured."

Hilla was too excited when she hit Fred. She didn’t know when she scratched her hand.

After all, she had hit people for so many years. She said indifferently, "I was so happy that I couldn’t control my rhythm."

"It’s his fault."

Bruce bent over and picked up Hilla. Hilla was surprised and subconsciously hugged his neck and laughed, "There are people here."

"You are injured."

Hilla said, "My leg is not injured." Besides, such a little wound could be solved with a Band-Aid. He needn’t do anything.

The basement door was opened. James saw them going out and quickly lowered his head.

Bruce stopped in front of James and kept a straight face, "Break his legs." Those who hurt his woman must die!

...

The neon lights were colorful at night in River City. The streets were full of people.

The wedding ceremony was played on the huge electronic screen of the Century Building. The part when Margaret and Julian exchanged rings and kissed was shown on the screen.

The shares of the Anderson and Jorgansen groups must rise tomorrow.

Sitting in the car, Hilla looked at the scene passing by. She suddenly said, "I want to eat cake."

All of a sudden, she wanted to eat something sweet, something tasting soft and silky.

After Bruce signaled, the car stopped. Hilla saw Bruce get out of the car. She pulled his hand with a smile, "I will go with you."

"I want to choose by myself."

Her smiling face was hazy and beautiful from the colorful lights of the street. When she smiled, she was as charming as before.

Bruce nodded as a reply. Hilla jumped out of the car and threw herself into his arms.

In the summer, the atmosphere between them became hotter.

Bruce held Hilla’s wrist. Hilla felt warm and looked up to smile at him, like a child.

"Buy two."

Hilla extended two fingers and waved them in front of Bruce.

Bruce hummed and took her into the cake shop.

At Margaret’s wedding, there was a seven-layer cake. It was very beautiful, but Hilla did not want to eat it.

She liked delicate and small cakes. She felt no pressure to eat them.

Hilla chose two cakes and went back to the car with Bruce.

In the car, Hilla enjoyed eating. The wound on her hand had been handled, so she didn’t need a Band-Aid.

"I didn’t explain. Aren’t you angry?"

Bruce suddenly asked. Hilla paused and then dug a spoonful and delivered it to Bruce. She smiled, "Try it. It’s delicious."

Bruce glanced at it and wanted to shake his head, but he ate it. He reached out and held her cheek. His thumb gently brushed against the corner of her mouth, wiping off the white cream.

"It’s too sweet. Not good to sleep. Eat less."

Hilla raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "I trust you. You know I believe you so you didn’t explain in a hurry. You don’t feel nervous at all. Are you sure that I won’t misunderstand you?"

Hilla looked at Bruce gently.

In her deep black eyes was her small figure.

"You won’t."

"Are you sure?"

"Because you are smart."

Bruce said calmly. Hilla smiled, "Are you praising yourself?"

Bruce pursed his lips, "Just tell the truth."

"To be honest, I was angry when I saw you at that time."

Bruce was followed by disheveled Lori. Clearly, something had happened. So Hilla was angry.

However, she quickly realized that if something did happen, Bruce would not have left the room impatiently.

Bruce hugged Hilla nervously as if he was afraid that she would run away in the next second.

His voice was low, "I gave Lori the room card. Her clothes were dirty." Bruce frowned. Fred must follow Lori at that time.

Although he did not know the specific process, it was not difficult to guess. Later, he was splashed with wine. He thought that Lori had left his room at that time.

However, when he entered the room, the entire room was indeed dark. He went to the bathroom and did not notice that there was another person in the room.

When he came out of the bathroom, Lori was holding a blanket and standing at the door of the bathroom. She wore no cloth. Seeing the marks on her neck and her expression, Bruce knew what had happened.

"Forget it. Lori is a victim. Although she makes me very uncomfortable, she is a pitiful girl. I don’t know what will happen to her."

Hilla felt a headache when she thought that he had to comfort Lori at dawn.

Sometimes, the victim was even harder to deal with than the perpetrator. Especially now, Lori had misunderstood. It seemed that she had been drugged. When she woke up and found out what had happened to her, she saw Bruce.

"I am a victim either."

Bruce was dissatisfied.

Hilla said, "You’re stupid. So easy to be fooled."

Bruce looked innocent. He did not expect Lori was inside.

After eating the cake, Hilla was not in a hurry to go back to the Lakeshore Center. Instead, she asked Bruce to stop the car in the park. She leaned on his shoulder and looked at the stars outside the window.

She suddenly did not want to go back.

"How is Margaret going now?"

Hilla burst into laughter. Today was Margaret’s wedding day. What else could she do? She said, "Margaret doesn’t seem to be very satisfied with this marriage."

This was what Hilla was most worried about. She was afraid that even if Margaret and Julian managed to get married, there would be trouble in the end.

But Bruce did not care, "She has relied on the Anderson family for too many years. It’s time for her to repay."

Hilla turned around and said in surprise, "Are you serious?"

"Of course not."

Bruce pulled her back into his embrace, "Margaret is willful. She should have someone who loves her and discipline her well."

They had lost their father in their early ages. So Bruce had strictly regulated Margaret, his youngest sister who needed protection. Compared to other girls born in rich and powerful families, Margaret was much less hedonistic. But she was willful and simple.

Margaret was easy to get hurt. So Bruce had to find someone to protect her.

"But why do you think that Julian can take care of Margaret? Aren’t you afraid that he will be like other men? What if he only takes a fancy to Margaret’s identity and intends to use her?"

Hilla frowned. Although she believed in Julian, she had closer relation with Margaret. After all, Margaret was Bruce’s younger sister. Hilla had to think more about Margaret and felt worried about her.

"Up to him."

Bruce said calmly. If Julian only wanted benefit, then he would be even more reluctant to give up the Jorgansen Group’s property and status. After all, Bruce controlled the wealth the Anderson family gave to Margaret.

All the industries and shares under Julian’s name had been transferred to Margaret before they got married.

If Julian wanted to abandon Margaret, he had to be prepared to lose everything.

The dawn gradually came.

The morning sun, accompanied by a bright red glow, leaped out of the clouds. The outline of the city became clear. The sunlight shined on the bride and bridegroom on

the bed through the gap of the curtains.

A white arm stretched out from the red quilt and hit the man beside. The bride instantly woke up.

Margaret looked at Bruce sleeping next to her and felt suffocated, "I want to die!"