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    The moment the transaction went through, the ne was officially Kylee’s.


    “Thank you, Mom! I’m so happy; I love it so much!” Kylee beamed, practically bouncing with excitement.


    “Here, let me put it on you,” Car said, stepping behind Kylee to sp the ne around her neck.


    Kylee lightly touched the dazzling piece and asked, “Does it look good on me, Mom?”


    “Yeah,” Car replied warmly.


    “Thank you, Mom!” Kylee threw her arms around Car in an embrace.


    “Why don’t you pick out a bracelet to go with it?” Car suggested.


    “Really? That would be great!” Kylee’s happiness surged as she began browsing again, soon selecting a bracelet priced well over a hundred thousand dors.


    Meanwhile, Bethany’s heart sank with disappointment.


    “Such a pity—I can’t get that ne now,” she said with a pout.


    “Let’s check out some other pieces,” Belinda said gently.


    “Alright,” Bethany agreed, turning her attention elsewhere.<fn83df> Content originallyes from F?ndNovel</fn83df>


    Suddenly, a sharp voice from another sales assistant cut through the air.


    “Who are you? What do you want?”


    Belinda and Bethany spun toward the sound.


    Three men, faces hidden behind ck masks and carrying duffel bags, had entered the store.


    One of them reached out and mmed the doors shut.


    The sales assistant who had spoken tried to stop him, but in vain.


    The leader of the group pulled a ck handgun from his coat and fired a deafening shot into the ceiling.


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    “Everyone down! Don’t move!” he barked, his voice cold and muffled through the mask.


    “Ahhh!!!”


    Screams erupted, echoing through the store.


    Belinda’s face changed, and she quickly crouched, pulling a trembling Bethany down with her.


    “Belinda, is this… a robbery?” Bethany whispered, her voice shaky.


    “I think so,” Belinda replied, keeping herposure despite the chaos.


    Mingo’s security team rushed forward, each gripping a baton. But their weapons were no match for a gun.


    The leader of the group fired without hesitation, killing the security guards one by one.


    The screams in the store grew louder, a piercing cacophony of terror.


    No one had expected those people to kill the guards.


    The man didn’t even flinch as he pulled the trigger, showing utter disregard for human life.


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