The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Wyatt felt a sudden wetness in his crotch. Warm liquid was running down his legs and pooling on the floor.

Quentin was momentarily stunned, as if struck by lightning. But he quickly regained his composure and shouted to everyone, "The meeting is over! Please leave immediately!"

Wyatt's face was drained of color as he slowly lowered his head and stared at the puddle. His mind went blank. He had been a powerful and proud figure all his life, always commanding respect and exuding an aura of authority. He had never felt so humiliated, dirty, and wretched.

At that moment, the immense shame overshadowed the fear and pain brought by his illness.

As the esteemed head of a powerful conglomerate and the pillar of his family, he was so ashamed and angry that he wanted to die.

At this time, two rows of bodyguards in black suits filed in from outside the door, swiftly clearing everyone out and guarding the entrance to the meeting room.

Amidst the chaos, Cameron secretly pulled out his phone, a gloating smirk on his face as he attempted to capture the scene. But before he could even activate the camera, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist, causing him to drop his phone instantly!

"Ah!"

as he stepped back. He bumped into Justin, who was holding

flick of his hand, Justin dropped the phone to the ground. He

with anger, but he dared not curse at

see it," Justin said coldly, kicking the broken phone away. "I'll have someone send

a phone. I'm

with rage, but he knew staying longer would not end well for him. He said coldly, "Wyatt, with so many people protecting you, you don't need my care. Take care

left without

held Wyatt's hand tightly as tears streamed down his face. "Chairman Thompson, hang in there. I've already called an ambulance!" "No,

understand! We will keep this as

floor. He instantly understood the

as if

knife.

by a

he took off his suit jacket and kneeled

was shocked, his eyes