The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 247

Chapter 247: A ferocious madam

The moment Wolf and his men barged through the doors, a wave of panic rippled through the club. The thumping music and flashing lights, once a source of excitement, now cast an ominous pall over the scene.

Young men and women, their faces flushed with exhilaration mere moments ago, now wore expressions of pure terror. They scrambled to get out of the way, stumbling over each other as Wolf's crew shoved them aside with reckless abandon. Shrill screams pierced the air as the first blows were exchanged between the security guards and Wolf's men. The spectators cowered, their hands clasped over their ears in a futile attempt to drown out the sickening sounds of flesh striking flesh. A young woman, Her makeup streaked with tears, clung to her date, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her wide eyes darted around the club, taking in the chaos unfolding before her, a stark contrast to the carefree night she had envisioned. The sudden crack of a gunshot rang

ut, silencing the club in an instant. A hush fell over the crowd, their breaths caught in their throats. Wolf stood, his arm extended, the smoking barrel of his pistol a grim reminder of the violence he was capable of unleashing.

In that moment, the clubbers were reduced to mere spectators in their own personal nightmares. Fear gripped their hearts, constricting their lungs and rendering them powerless against the forces that had invaded their sanctuary of revelry. The night had taken a dark turn, and they could only pray that they would make it out alive.

In the end, Wolf's crew stood triumphant, their chests heaving with exertion, surrounded by a sea of fallen bodies. The message was clear: they were not to be trifled with, and anyone who stood in their way would face the same, unforgiving fate.

The club's manager emerged from the shadows, his face contorted with panic. "You can't just barge in here like this!"

Wolf's gaze was steely, his voice a low growl. "Green's wife is trapped inside, and if anything happens to her, there'll be blood. Now, get out of our way, or join the pile."

The manager paled, his resolve crumbling under the weight of Wolf's words. He stepped aside, allowing them to continue their search unimpeded.

checking every nook and cranny, leaving no stone unturned. The pounding music seemed to grow more

reached a secluded room, the door reinforced and imposing. Wolf didn't hesitate,

them was one of carnage, but

and her hair disheveled.

surveying the room with a

what...?" For a moment, the sight of her in the midst of carnage reminded them of their boss. The sight sent chills down their spine. She waved a dismissive hand.

shake the feeling that he had vastly underestimated Marcus Green's wife. In the car, Hazel sat back, a

mirror, a silent understanding passing between

force to be reckoned with in her own

the hospital compound, Wolf couldn't help but wonder what other surprises Hazel had in store. One thing was certain: he would never underestimate her again. Jenny nursed her overpriced cocktail, glaring daggers as she watched her cousin Hazel stride out of the private lounge area, that infuriatingly smug look of self-satisfaction etched across her pretty features. As always, Hazel seemed to glide through life's obstacles unscathed

this evening, Jenny could barely contain her glee. Finally, her stuck-up

of tipping off that sleazy Mr. Reed's to do something to Hazel, claiming that Hazel had a past of sleeping around. She could already envision the look of shattered dignity and shame on her cousin's face as she emerged, clothes askew and

of delicious. schadenfreude never manifested. Instead of the hoped-for horrific outcome, Hazel emerged from the back rooms infuriatingly unruffled, striding confidently in the midst a phalanx of imposing men in crisp suits

down from what had obviously been some sort of heated confrontation moments before. Even from across the crowded

bitter, caustic sting of defeat and humiliation roiling in her gut. Just what insidious strings

knuckles of Jenny's hand went white around her glass as she took a shuddering breath to master her rising fury. Of course the sanctimonious Hazel had to ruin everything, just like always. Well