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The crowd supported him by cheering while the three girls quiver in fear. Bruce, in his tucked-in long sleeves and a tight belt wrapped around his trousers, welcomed the three girls with open arms. The girls hesitated, but the guards pushed them towards Bruce. Here in the neighboring pack, Bruce is known as the manwh*re. I wonder if he still hasn’t got sick due to the random girls he slept with. Not to mention that they were all slaves. “How could they hug him with that big f*cking stomach,” Roman whispered. I tilt my head and quietly chuckle. Bruce is a small man, probably 4’11, with a big stomach and a continuously growing beard.

I pick up my phone from the table and call Bruce "Sir?" he answers on the first ring. "I want to see Gold Corp bankrupt by the morning!" I put the phone down... I bite my lip, thinking. Bruce could do it. GC is a small company it could take him two hours if he really tried. "I can try and see where the Uber driver is now then let second uncle handle the rest?" Catherine suggests

Caitlin reminded them. “Oh? You prepared a gift for me?” Beatrice asked in surprise. At this point, Bruce stepped forward, holding a beautifully crafted picture frame. He and Arthur carefully displayed it. Inside the frame was a vivid, detailed illustration of a grand family gathering, filled with warmth and happiness. At the bottom of the picture, in elegant golden lettering, were the words “Happy Birthday, Beatrice.” Elder Xenos’s eyes lit up when he saw the painting. “Wow, this is amazing!”

Bruce looked at me and then hurried over to the guys. “Hey, man, couldn’t help but overhear. They got a new fighter, huh?” Bruce was smooth when he wanted to be, I’d give him that. “Yep. Babe called Grim Reaper. She’s done for the night, though.” Bruce looked disappointed. “Any idea where I can see her next? Sounds like a great show.” The guy looked at Bruce suspiciously. “Don’t know. You’ll have to check the website.”

he asked, his voice laden with a false concern that almost sounded like a provocation. "Yes, everything’s great," I replied, forcing a smile that I knew probably looked more like a grimace. "I’m just a bit tired. I haven’t been sleeping well lately." Bruce was beside me, engrossed in his tablet, completely oblivious to the environment around the table. His eyes, glued to the screen, were a picture of disdain and disinterest, reflecting the way he treated the people around him. He was more involved in his financial transactions and illicit schemes than in any genuine human interaction. His contempt was palpable, and I knew that if he was indifferent to the conversation, it was only because he

FLASHBACK Bruce went back to his home. He opened the door and was slowly sneaking back inside. "So, you're back?" asked Bruce's grandmother, sitting in the corner of the room. Bruce didn't answer. He went to his room. He was shuffling things around and when he came out, he was in different clothes. He also had his backpack on. His grandmother frowned. "Where are you going at this late of an hour with that bag?" "Working,” said Bruce.

He seemed pleased with this, however, his smile broadening. “Oh, like you’re the master of manipulation?” I prodded. Bruce leaned in close, his foul breath fanning against my face. "It’s second nature to me. You just find someone's weakness, their vulnerability, and you exploit it." I felt a shiver run down my spine, a mixture of fascination and unease. Bruce had always been enigmatic, but now he was being open about a side of himself that I'd only heard whispers of. He had a reputation for hacking into secure systems, but he'd always been careful not to reveal too much about his illicit activities.

The crowd scoffed coldly but stopped letting out their anger on Jon now that he had apologized. Wilbur was about to say something when a peal of crazed laughter broke out somewhere in the room. The crowd looked over in shock. Bruce was slowly climbing to his feet, laughing like a maniac. He punched a hole in the safe next to him and took out a box. Bruce broke through the box covered in runes, taking out something from within. He held it in his palm and continued to laugh. "How dare you question me, you foolish bastards. You have no right!"

“Bruce, what are you doing here?” Vivian asked as the man as he gathered the fallen textiles and handed them over to her. Bruce stood before her, his well-defined features mixed with an almost relaxed demeanor. His blonde hair that melded with his deep chocolate brown eyes seemed to catch the sun rays, enhancing the radiance of his eyes, like one of those ken dolls that Vivian often collected as a child. Which, may or may not have been one of the reasons she had dated him back then. The way his eyes crinkled in a smile brought blush to Vivian’s cheeks as she reminisced about the days when she had been charmed by both his looks and his ambition. But sadly, not everything was destined to last.

They would always cheer me up and they always knew what to say. Bruce Williams is the serious type of guy but when he is drunk well you can call him a maniac, crazy as hell, and the most daring. There was one time when he was so drunk, we dared him to make out with a senior guy. We found him making out with a senior guy in the closet, but we didn't tell him that we took a video of him. Just imagine a jock that looks like a douche but with a kind heart. He has light brown hair and dark brown eyes.