The Divorced Girlboss’ Regret ( Wyatt Coleman’s )

“Why did you suddenly attack? I am- Greg struggled to get up, but before he could finish his sentence Wyatt kicked him away. 

Wyatt didn’t say a word. He never wasted words when killing. 

“you dare to kill me?!” This time, Greg was even more severely injured, with over a dozen of his ribs broken. He gritted his teeth and said, “My master is Marshall Ludwig, a core disciple of the Nishio Demonic Sect. You’ll be in huge trouble if you kill me. We have no grievances, why not let me live?” 

“Will I be out of trouble if I spare you?” Wyatt sneered coldly. His figure rapidly enlarged in Greg’s eyes until he felt his neck tighten. Then, everything plunged into eternal darkness. 

Wyatt twisted Greg’s neck, killing him. 

As Wyatt’s cold and stem gaze slowly swept over the remaining people, they all turned pale, kneeling and begging for mercy. 

“Mister, spare us, please spare us-” 

But Wyatt’s eyes showed no mercy. Without hesitation, he killed them all. 

The entire sixth–floor corridor was littered with bodies, blood flowing like a river, emitting a strong and nauseous smell of blood. 

At this moment, Wyatt’s indifferent face fell into Ann’s eyes, causing her eyes to twitch slightly. 

This man casually killed so many people without even furrowing his brows. He was truly a ruthless killing 

god! 

“Ugh…” Ann was now like a dam that had burst, completely overwhelmed. 

“Ms. Moore- Hazel endured the pain from her injuries and rushed over, feeling extremely distressed as 

she looked at Ann. 

“Leave her to me.” Wyatt stepped forward slowly. 

“No!” Hazel protected Ann in front of her, glaring fiercely at Wyatt. “I’ll take Ms. Moore to the hospital.” 

“This seems like a potent drug brewed by demonic cultivation techniques. The doctors may not have the ability to detoxify it.” Wyatt frowned. “The drug’s toxicity is extremely fierce. Even if she’s taken to the 

be too late and could cause permanent damage to her body, even endangering her life.” 

hospital, it mig 

is words were not an 

exaggeration, and Hazel was not a fool. Ann’s body felt scorching hot, with a temperature of at least 104 degrees Fahrenheit, and it was still rising gradually. 

Not to mention other issues, just this high temperature alone could be fatal. 

But handing over Ann to a man, in this state? 

“If you delay any longer, don’t blame me for being ruthless.” Wyatt said coldly. He had promised Thomas 

to protect Ann thoroughly 

Hazel was helpless Ann had started to speak incoherently. 

She gritted her teeth and said, “I trust that you won’t take advantage of someone in distress. Otherwise, even if I’m not your match, I will fight you to the end!” This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“What you should do now is clean up the current situation.” Wyatt said, forcibly pulling Ann out of Hazel’s embrace, lifting her up, and striding towards a nearby room. 

“Ms. Moore, Ms. Moore- Hazel shouted anxiously, her face full of worry. 

The room Wyatt entered was a small meeting room with doors open at the front and back. He placed Ann 

on the table and prepared to close the back door. 

As he turned around, Ann jumped up, embracing Wyatt’s neck, her slender legs wrapping around him.