I turned around and saw Murphy walking toward us.
He was tall, with long legs, broad shoulders, and a strong waist. His well-tailored black suit accentuated his aristocratic and cold demeanor.
Beneath his attractive hair, his piercing blue eyes were cold and intimidating. His handsome features radiated authority.
Two bodyguards wearing sunglasses followed behind him.
Boris' eyes widened in disbelief as he murmured, "Murphy..."
The store clerk, noticing Murphy's expensive attire and his bodyguards, quickly put on a flattering smile as she approached. "Sir, may I help you?"
Murphy gave the clerk a cold glance, and one of his bodyguards stepped forward and slapped her across the face with a loud smack.
The slap echoed loudly.
The clerk held her face, looking at Murphy with fear. "Sir,
