The Billionaire's Mistake (Anya and Daniel) novel Chapter 109

Chapter 109: A Fake 

The man heard her words and reacted.. 

“No hospital,” the man spoke softly, but she could still hear him. 

“You are bleeding!” she insisted. 

“Where then?” the taxi driver asked. 

“Just drive! Did you not hear the gunshots as you entered?” she asked, and he suddenly panicked and stepped on the gas. 

“Gunshots? I was wearing my earpiece.” 

The driver muttered under his breath in regret as the car pulled away. If he had known there was a shooting, he would not have come. 

“Castle hospital,” she heard the man say and nodded. 

“Castle hospital,” she instructed the driver. She tried hard to catch her breath while glancing at the man beside her. The city light slightly danced over the droplets of sweat on his face to make out a sharp jawline and short, wavy hair. His eyes fluttered open the next moment to meet hers, and she froze. She felt as though she was staring into the barrel of a gun. For a second, she regretted picking him up. No! She regretted it from the moment they met. But she was at least grateful; his clinging did not get them killed.” 

“Can you tell me your name?” 

Collected herself and asked him quickly. 

“You shouldn’t pick up random people in the city,” the driver started to say when her head snapped his way. 

“Just drive before he dies,” she scolded Impatiently. 

“He shouldn’t die in my car; that is too much paperwork,” he answered in frustration 

She looked back at the man whose eyes were slowly closing 

“Hey! Don’t close your eyes; tell me who you are” She called to him over and over again, while shaking him to wake. 

“Mathias,” he said and closed his eyes. 

This made her panic as his skin was cold to the touch. She placed her hand over his nose and only relaxed when she felt his breath on her palm. She felt around through his clothes, looking for something to identify him with. But he did not carry anything on him except a handkerchief that was embroidered with the name Giorgio and nothing else. 

It did not take long for them to arrive at the hospital. 

Hazel did not have time to handle other things. She left him in the emergency room and made 

him leave. 

But the hospital staff refused to let her go, so she dropped her contact and left quickly. She was not sure who he was, but she was not staying to find out. 

She received a call from her mother. 

“Mom,” she answered. 

“You are not at the Ritz, right?” her mother urgently asked. 

“Why?” Hazel asked. 

“Your grandmother has taken your cousin’s side They are planning to marry you off to some random man to help the family,” her mother said. “Don’t go, alright? I already have a way to help the family. There is no need for you to sacrifice them,” her mother said, and Hazel almost cried. 

“Why are they doing this?” She asked. 

“Don’t worry, my ex–husband left something in a safe. I just got it. There is someone who will support us just to get their hands on it. You don’t need to lower your head anymore,” her mother said. 

“Then I will go. I want to see if Grandma can force me!” Hazel said and ended the call. 

Right then, she flagged a taxi and got in. 

“Where to?” The driver asked. 

“Drop me at the Ritz. I have a dinner to crash.” 

Hazel, dressed in red, walked into a family dinner being held in the Ritz restaurant in fury. Her steps were crisp against the expensive tile. She walked all the way to the private room, slamming the door open and startling all who sat there. Before anyone could react to her presence, she walked up to a man in a black suit, picked up a bowl of soup next to him, and poured it over his head. 

The soaked man was Andrew, her ex–fiancé. 

“Hazel Jackson!” Greta, Hazel’s grandmother screamed. 

“Hello, Madam Jackson, why does your voice sound like a screeching car? Did you injure it 

Chapter 105 A Take 

with your conscience?” Hazel asked the old woman in response before turning to the man that was drenched in soup and picking up another bowl of porridge and throwing at the girl beside him. The girl was her cousin, who climbed into Andrew’s bed while they were planning their wedding. 

“My dress!” the girl screamed. 

“How can you have the face to wear white? Are you not afraid that your black soul will stain it?” Hazel asked the girl. 

“Will you behave yourself, Hazel?” An older man stood abruptly and said, “Must you embarrass the family this way? No matter what, both of you are sisters; talk this out!” 

Hazel looked at the man who had spoken; he was her father’s brother. While young, she looked up to him; he protected her and liked her. The moment her father died, he became indifferent. 

“Old man, are you crazy? Your late brother’s daughter is being bullied by your mother and your daughter, yet you dare call us sisters?” Hazel asked. 

“What did you call me?” her uncle paused and asked. 

late “What should I call you? Uncle? Where has anyone seen an uncle that helped his daughter 

his niece’s fiancé behind her back? Well, it must run in the family. After all, my marry father’s absence is the only reason you even have a place in that company. You dare try to scold me? Is it because I did not throw soup on you, so you still feel clean in your soul?” she 

asked. 

They were all shell shocked. This was a different Hazel than they were used to. She was fiercer than normal, as though she was not afraid of being disowned. 

“How dare you?” her uncle bellowed.