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.

one man's nose, dropkicked a crystal tumbler into another's crotch, even flung scalding hot coffee from the burner directly into the grimacing face of an investor

into the center table, putting her hammer to good use and slamming down

she was better trained than some beer bellied old men. She

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

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from Hazel's

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

he collapsed in a

saw the pleased smile on her face. But they had specifically chosen this room

now, but you chose to be here. I have had such a bad day, how

was already throwing anything and everything that moved or made a

halt as Hazel stood 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

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

will be keeping this to

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

upscale nightclub, one 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 here," she had said

vigilant, their expressions stern and uncompromising, a barrier between the seedy underbelly of

other end, Marcus Green's voice carried a

neon lights casting an otherworldly glow on the faces. of

Wolf could almost hear

hour?"

"But I overheard something else, too. Whispers about a trap, something about handing her over to some investors