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.

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

struggle. She grabbed some back, throwing them into the center table, putting her hammer to good use and slamming down on their knees. Sounds of

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

of

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reprieve from Hazel's unrelenting

a 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 unleashed a wicked sidekick into the breadbasket of the next poor fool, doubling him over before

he collapsed in

started to scream when they saw the pleased smile on her

chose to be here. I have had such a bad day, how can I tolerate you dirty old men who do

use. Hazel was already throwing anything

with exertion and

the only sound was Hazel's ragged breathing, punctuated by the occasional pained 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 Reeds laying in

will be keeping this to remember good

of this opulent den of sin. Shards of crystal glittered in the low light like winking eyes, casualties to the righteous fury she had

pulled up to the curb outside the upscale nightclub, one of his hulking guards leaned forward from the backseat. "We're here, Mrs. Green,"

of the club's 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 the

the other end, Marcus Green's voice carried

on the faces. of

pause, and Wolf could almost hear the gears turning in Marcus's mind." An interview?

hour?"

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