The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 79

Chapter 79: Daniel's Rage

Wendy lanew her son's capabilities and what he and his brothers were willing to do to protect their family

She could only imagine the unholy vengeance they would unleash on Anya's attackers.

A small part of her recoiled at the thought, the deeply religious woman abhorring violence and vengeance in all its forms.

And yet... She remembered her daughter-in-law's prevailing kindness, her generous spirit, and her loving heart.

She felt those who did this deserved it. Anya deserved to have those who had done this to her pay for their crimes in the most extreme way.

"They'll make them suffer for what they've done to you," Wendy vowed, giving Anya's hand a gentle squeeze.

She settled back in the chair, her delicate features hardening into a mask of steely resolution.

Protection. Provision. Brutal retribution when the family needed to be avenged. This was her family's way.

She stroked Anya's cool cheek with the back of her hand, feeling the whirring of the machines forcing air in and out of her lungs.

The hospital was plunged into chaos as a convoy of blacked-out SUVS pulled up to the emergency entrance. Doors flew open, and a small army of men poured out.

They noved with The practiced precision of a well oiled machine, fanning out to secure the area with ruthless efficiency. Within moments, every entry and exit point of the wing Anya was in.

A flustered young nurse quickly appeared, her eyes wide with fear as she took in the scene unfolding around her. "Sir, what's going on? Why are you locking us down?"

But the hospital director tells her to step back.

George, Daniel's cousin, fixed the director with an icy stare that brooked no argument. "We will be locking down this wing, director."

"I know, Mr. Shaw has informed us. The hospital will cooperate." The director went ahead and ordered it to be emptied.

"This wing is getting a full lockdown. No one gets in or out without authorization. Understood?" The director ordered the medical staff, and they nodded.

could only nod mutely, scurrying off to follow his orders as George continued issuing rapid-fire commands

full effect, with security guards taking up positions outside every room as confused patients

looking grim with worry. George approached, squaring his shoulders as he prepared to break the

done, Aunty. We've locked down the entire wing as per Uncle's orders. No one gets near this area until

but she gave a terse nod

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it seemed no one was safe from the ruthless fury of the Shaw family's wrath. He could only pray

ornate leather chair, fingers drummed beneath his

what was

right-hand man, Derek, informed him. "The evidence has been planted at both JJS Security and

it's done promptly. I want

behind. His expression was one of concern as he

sure the Greg family would not be able to get

"Do you think I have gotten rusty? The Gregs brought this upon themselves when they dared make an enemy of our family. What's

you're certain. I just have to worry about

hand on his son's shoulder, Ray raised a brow in question.

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in a while; are you sure you have not gotten

when he knew what he was doing. He had better prepare to meet his

fingers once more as his son

will crumble to dust. Get ready to absorb their company. Sell them

Greg paced the floor of his office in a state of panic, a half-empty

unthinkable-his life's work, his

the capital city skyline. He used to like this view; it felt like he was above everything, but now he felt alone at the very top, about to crash to the

downfall was here, and he still

raid was carried out with proper documentation for both JJs

to foreign powers, had been leveled at both his companies. It was ludicrous, unthinkable... and yet, all too

explanation. Any possible sign of any shadowy organization he may have offended to provoke them to this

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Everything was going wrong.

across the room. It shattered against the opposite wall, and the wine pulled on

collapsed into the plush leather chair behind his desk, cradling his head in his hands as panic