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!"

in pain, clutching his wrist as he stepped back. He bumped into

phone to the ground. He then stomped on it, crushing the

anger, but he dared

coldly, kicking the broken phone away. "I'll have someone send you

No need. It's just a phone. I'm not that

not end well for him. He said coldly, "Wyatt, with

Cameron left without looking

sit down. Quentin held Wyatt's hand tightly as tears streamed down his face. "Chairman Thompson, hang in there. I've already called an ambulance!" "No, don't call an ambulance." Wyatt's tongue was so swollen that he

understand! We will keep

instantly understood the situation. Watching Bella's father in such torment and humiliation,

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knife.

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suit jacket and kneeled to clean up the

shocked, his eyes widening in