NovelStartWyatt 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAt that moment, the immense shovershadowed 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!" Cameron winced in pain, clutching his wrist as he stepped back. He bumped into Justin, who was holding his phone, his sharp gaze icy and menacing.
With a flick of his hand, Justin dropped the phone to the ground. He then stomped on it, crushing the screen into pieces. "You... You...!" Cameron's face turned red with anger, but he dared not curse at Justin.
"Sorry, I didn't see it," Justin said coldly, kicking the broken phone away. "I'll have someone send you a new one later." "Hmph! No need. It's just a phone. I'm not that petty!" Cameron seethed 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 and rest well!" With that, Cameron left without looking back.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJustin and Quentin quickly helped Wyatt 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 could barely speak.
"I understand, I understand! We will keep this as discreet as possible." Justin saw Wyatt's pale face and the puddle on the floor. He instantly understood the situation. Watching Bella's father in such torment and humiliation, his heart ached el indescribably as if it were cut by a knife. UMS Without hesitation, he took off his suit jacket and kneeled to clean up the puddle.
"President Salvador! You..." Quentin was shocked, his eyes widening in shock.
"Uncle Wyatt, it's alright. It's all cleaned up now," Justin said calmly, holding the soiled jacket. His expression was gentle and 1composed. "With Bella andhere, you don't need to worry about anything." Wyatt's throat tightened with emotion, a mix of gratitude and shflooding his heart. "Justin... Thank you...' Justin shook his head, his eyes bright and sincere. "It's nothing." On the other side...
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