The Divorced Girlboss’ Regret ( Wyatt Coleman’s )

Three days passed quickly. Wyatt stayed at home, digesting the three reptilian grass and laying a solid foundation for his upcoming cultivation. 

In the evening, Hayley suddenly called, which surprised Wyatt. 

“Wyatt, tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and Grandpa has been talking about you. Come over tomorrow and celebrate with Grandpa,” Hayley said. 

Hayley’s grandfather, Derek, was the kindest person in the entire Lawson family towards Wyatt. He had strongly advocated for their marriage in the first place. 

Wyatt didn’t hesitate much and agreed to come. 

“Wyatt, have you been living in the old house recently?” After Hayley finished speaking, she suddenly asked. 

Wyatt was not interested in discussing personal matters with her and hung up directly. 

The next day, he brought the two bottles of aged Moutai and went to Derek’s residence. The old man loved drinking, so the Moutai from Thomas was a perfect gift for him. 

These were truly aged wines, at least fifty years old, and were priceless treasures for wine 

lovers. 

As soon as Wyatt arrived at Derek’s house, he saw Hayley. 

She was wearing a blue and cyan–colored traditional top, which accentuated her fair skin. Coupled with a simple white undershirt, there was a subtle sense of luxury. 

Her high bun hairstyle added a touch of mature charm, making her very attractive. 

Standing next to her was a handsome young man in a suit, William Porter. 

Seeing Wyatt, Hayley’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly walked up to him. “Grandpa is getting older and isn’t in good health. We haven’t told him about our divorce, so it’s better if 

you 

don’t mention it either.” 

Wyatt nodded. 

After that, Hayley looked deeply at Wyatt. She felt that Wyatt seemed somewhat different from before, exuding an inexplicable air. 

At this moment, Maya and her son walked out from the yard. When they saw Wyatt at the door, they immediately became furious. 

“We’re celebrating Thanksgiving today, Why did you come, you bastard?” Maya pointed a Wyatt, displaying an aggressive attitude. 

Matthew went even further. He picked up a wooden stick from the ground with his good hand and rushed towards Wyatt. “Damn it, I’ll kill you!” 

Wyatt’s eyes turned cold, but Haylet stood in front of him and scolded, “Matthew, put down the stick. Wyatt came here at my request to celebrate with Grandpa. No one is allowed to cause trouble today.” 

Hayley’s words carried significant weight, and Matthew reluctantly put down the stick, glaring at Wyatt with a sinister look. 

Maya came forward, sneering, “Celebrating with Derek, huh? Wyatt, where are the gifts you brought?” Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

“Here they are, two bottles of aged Moutal.” Wyatt lifted up the gifts, the two bottles tied together with a rope. 

Maya looked disdainful when she saw them. “Two bottles of worthless wine, the labels are yellow, covered in dust. Did you pick them up from the garbage dump?” 

“Bringing two bottles of garbage to celebrate with Grandpa, are you trying to kill him?” Matthew said angrily. 

Hayley furrowed her brows slightly. The two bottles of wine looked too worn out. Could they still be drinkable? 

Wyatt smiled and said, “The longer the wine ages, especially Moutai, the better it tastes. These two bottles of Moutai are at least 50 years old, and each bottle is worth at least a 

million dollars!” 

What? 

A million dollars per bottle. Everyone present was shocked, looking incredulously at the 

wine in Wyatt’s hand. 

“You seem to know a lot. 90% of Moutai in the market is fake. If these are fake, they’re worthless and harmless to health,” William suddenly spoke up. 

“Mr. Porter, you know about wine. Check if this Moutai is genuine,” Maya said. 

William nodded and took the bottles. He just sniffed them with his nose and felt greatly shocked. 

The unique rich aroma of Moutai wafter over, indicating that this was indeed genuine 

Moutai! 

He had tasted Moutal aged for over 20 years before, but its fragrance was incomparable to this richness. These two bottles were aged over 20 years at least. 

Looking at other characteristics, William was certain that this was genuine Moutal, an 

invaluable aged wine. 

Suddenly, William’s hand slipped, and the two bottles of wine fell to the ground, shattering into pieces!