The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 246

Chapter 246: Chaos

Mr. Reed blubbered incoherently, his words lost a torrent of sobs and pleas for mercy.

in Hazel's patience wore thin, and she twisted his hand, drawing, another apprized wall from his Hips.

"Jenny!" he finally gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head. "Someone named Jenny called me, said there was an opportunity I couldn't refuse."

Hazel's expression hardened, her jaw clenched in silent fury. With one final, bone-crushing squeeze, she released Mr. Reed's mangled hand, letting him crumple to the floor in a heap of whimpering misery.

The investors cowered in the corners, too terrified to even breathe, lest they draw Hazel wrath upon themselves.

For a split second the room was utterly silent, the other men looking on in stunned disbelied

"Don't worry, I have to beat a few of you and I will feel better," Hazel said with a cold smile.

Moving with blinding speed, she snatched up her oversized work tote and swung it like a mace, cracking one of the dumbstruck investors directly across the face. He went down with a strangled cry as Hazel whirled on the others, droplets of Reeds's blood spattering across her crisp blouse.

One of the men, some bald man in a ridiculously expensive suit, finally seemed to find his senses as he lurched toward the door, to escape. But Hazel was on him in a flash, grabbing him by the coiffed hair and slamming his head down onto the bar with a bone-crunching thud.

"How can you leave now? We just started," she said in a sickeningly sweet voice.

He crumpled to the floor, completely senseless.

rocks glass across one man's nose, dropkicked a crystal tumbler

mad laugh escaped her lips as she saw them struggle. She grabbed some back, throwing them into the center table, putting her hammer to good use and slamming down on their knees. Sounds

some beer bellied old men. She easily twisted them off her and slammed

into a warzone of upturned furniture, shattered glass, splashes of blood and puddles of spilled liquor. Cowering and whimpering, the men shielded themselves as best they could with trembling arms and hands, but

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reprieve from Hazel's unrelenting

chilling laugh, she seized a heavy silver platter and swung it like a axe, catching a man directly in the temple and sending him tumbling limp and unconscious. Pivoting on her heel, Hazel

collapsed in a

smile on her face. But they had specifically chosen this room because of the sound

have been anywhere right now, but you chose to be here. I have had such a bad day, how can I tolerate you dirty old men who do not know their place?" she

beg, but it was no use. Hazel was already throwing anything

and adrenaline. All around her, the motionless and moaning forms of Reeds

whimper or gurgling cough from the semi-conscious. She slowly turned in a circle, surveying the carnage with a look of grim satisfaction. With a defiant sneer, Hazel snatched up her phone and hit record, ensuring she captured the inert, pitiful sight of

this to remember good

opulent den of sin. Shards of crystal glittered in the low light like winking eyes, casualties to the righteous fury she had finally allowed to detonate. She felt as though she had gone to the spa, distressed for some

of his hulking guards leaned forward from the backseat. "We're here, Mrs. Green," he rumbled in a gravelly voice. Hazel had walked over to the bouncers and was let inside. "I'll be right back. You wait

music, the bass line thumping through the walls like a heartbeat. Outside, Wolf's men stood vigilant, their expressions stern and uncompromising, a barrier between the seedy underbelly of

voice carried a weight

neon lights casting an otherworldly glow on the faces. of those in line. "Madam went inside. She said her boss called her in for

a pregnant pause, and Wolf could almost hear the gears turning in Marcus's mind."

hour?"

"But I overheard something else, too. Whispers about a trap,