The Divorced Girlboss’ Regret ( Wyatt Coleman’s )

Ann had everything ready. The nib pen, ink, and a piece of paper were quickly arranged on the table. 

Wyatt stepped up, dipped the nib into the ink, paused for two seconds, and then started writing. 

His pen moved with grace and strength, effortlessly crafting eight bold and beautiful characters that leaped off the page. 

Watching Wyatt write, Hayley felt a slight tremor in her heart. 

His demeanor, movements, spirit, and confidence. It was as if he were commanding the words like a poet. 

She had never realized how mesmerizing Wyatt’s writing could be until now. 

Ann’s eyes lit up at the sight of Wyatt’s calligraphy artwork. 

Her eyes sparkled as she gazed at the breathtaking masterpiece. She exclaimed, “It looks so graceful, yet powerful. This is absolutely unmatched!” 

Ann’s comment stunned many. What kind of calligraphy could truly live up to such high praise? This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Please enjoy Mr. Coleman’s calligraphy!” Ann was eager to share it with everyone. 

“Wait a moment, the ink is still wet.” After finishing his writing, Wyatt stood with his hands 

behind his back. 

“Alright, hold on a sec.” Ann waved her hand, halting the two ushers who were already approaching. 

At that moment, the eager guests below stretched their necks to catch a glimpse of the calligraphy. 

The majority of attendees were entrepreneurs, keen on sophistication, particularly in calligraphy, with some level of expertise in the field. 

Among them were notable calligraphy enthusiasts, including the president of the Yonada Calligraphy Association, seated among the audience. 

If it weren’t for Ann’s compliment, they might have already made fun of it. What kind of calligraphy could live up to such high praise? 

Once the ink dried, Ann eagerly exclaimed, “Come on, let’s all take a look!” 

Folded the paper, displaying the eight characters to 

The two elegant ushers swiftly 

everyone. 

At first glance, even William was taken aback. As a member of the Calligraphy Association, he naturally knew his stuff. 

And he wasn’t alone in the crowd. There were plenty who surpassed his skill level. The instant their eyes landed on the paper, they were taken aback. 

“What amazing calligraphy!” An elegantly dressed businessman commented with full enthusiasm. 

“Impeccable mastery!” 

“Such good technique!” 

The guests highly praised Wyatt’s calligraphy work. 

“Mr. Holt!” Many eyes turned to a venerable old man in the crowd. He was Nathan Holt, the president of the Yonada Calligraphy Association, and the ultimate authority in the field. 

However, Nathan stood there, motionless and silent, tears streaming down his cheeks as he gazed at the words on the paper. 

Nathan was crying. 

Guests who were unaware were extremely surprised. What sort of calligraphy could bring tears to the eyes of this calligraphy master? 

“He is Mr. Cowan!” As the crowd regained their composure from the astonishment, someone shouted in excitement. 

That statement shocked Hayley to her core. It made her body tremble as she looked at Wyatt in disbelief. 

So, he was the famous Joseph Cowan, whose calligraphy artwork was worth a fortune? 

But Maya had clearly said that he wasn’t! 

“That’s definitely Mr. Cowan’s handwriting. I never thought the mysterious Mr. Cowan would be so young!” the refined middle–aged man exclaimed. 

“Mr. Cowan!”