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.

and any improvised weapon that came to hand. She smashed a rocks glass across one man's nose, dropkicked a crystal

center table, putting her hammer to good use and slamming down on their

to subdue Hazel, but she was better trained than some beer bellied old men. She easily twisted them

puddles of spilled liquor. Cowering and whimpering, the men shielded themselves as best they could with trembling arms and hands,

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reprieve from Hazel's

and unconscious. Pivoting on her heel, Hazel unleashed a wicked sidekick into the breadbasket of the next poor fool, doubling him over before raining down a savage series of elbow

he collapsed in a

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

I have had such a bad day, how can I tolerate you dirty old men who do not

to beg, but it was no use. Hazel was already throwing anything and everything that moved or

in the midst the devastation, chest heaving, muscles trembling with exertion and adrenaline. All around her, the motionless and moaning forms of Reeds and his deviant investors

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

will be keeping this to remember

of crystal glittered in the low light like winking eyes,

from the backseat. "We're here, Mrs. Green," he rumbled in

men stood vigilant, their expressions stern and uncompromising, a barrier between the seedy

other end, Marcus Green's voice carried a

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

a pregnant pause, and Wolf could almost hear the gears

hour?"

Wolf confirmed, his brow furrowing. "But I overheard something else, too. Whispers about a trap, something about handing her