After Divorce I Am A Billionaire

Chapter 38

Chapter 38 Unbelievable Move

The two people in the living room had already fought for about two rounds.

Lyra's first strike missed its aim. In the following protracted battle, she couldn't rival Melvin in terms of physical strength, plus the inconvenience caused by her high heels, she was forced to the corner before she realized it.

Melvin smiled, clutching her left wrist and pressing it onto the wall.

Just like what he did in the previous fights.

This time Lyra had learned her lesson, knowing full well that he wanted to confine her hands by holding them against the wall. Thus, while Melvin was paying attention to grab her left hand, Lyra took the opportunity to pressed on the ring on her right hand, and the silver pin popped out.

Melvin was caught off guard. The silver needle on Lyra's Emerald Green Ring was held against his Adam's apple.

Fortunately, she had been wearing the ring all the time for protection ever since Micah gave her this. Thought the silver needle was small, it was made from a very hard material.

The two seemed to have been frozen on the spot.

So close that they could feel each other's breath.

As Melvin swallowed, his Adam's apple moved, and a bead of crimson blood slipped down from his neck, quickly staining the collar of his white shirt, on which it looked a small poppy flower.

His brow furrowed, "So ruthless?"

Lyra sneered, "To deal with a pestering asshole like you, I have to be ruthless."

Melvin's thin lips curled up slightly and he leaned in an inch closer.

He didn't seem to believe that she dared to take his life at the villa.

"If you come a millimeter closer, I'll slit your throat without hesitation. Try it if you don't believe me."

There was no emotion in her voice, but Melvin clearly saw the absolute determination in her eyes.

This woman would kill whoever annoyed her when she was angry.

He chuckled, let go of her hand, and took two steps back.

Lyra gently massaged her left wrist, and walked around him to get the transfer agreement on the coffee table. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Flipping through it, she didn't find anything suspicious in the agreement.

She picked up the pen next to her and finished signing the two copies without hesitation.

Then, she took one of the copies and left the house without looking back.

Melvin looked at her back and raised his hand to touch the blood at his throat, the look on his face unfathomable.

...

Lyra got out of the villa.

When Fred saw her, he involuntarily flinched. Having waited for her to walk past him, he rushed to the villa to see how Melvin was doing.

Lyra ignored him and took out her cell phone to call Kellie.

"Help me find some people to take care of my Seaside Villa, the whole furnishings need to be replaced, and the flowers in the garden have to be replanted."

"Okay, Director." Kellie asked, "When do you plan to move in? I can start the arrangement as soon as possible accordingly."

Lyra giggled, "When did I say I'm moving in?"

"Huh? You're not living there? Then..."

Before Kellie on the other end of the line could finish her sentence, Lyra hung up.

She walked straight to her Volkswagen Santana parked at the front gate. Just as she opened the door, she heard the sound of a car slowly approaching behind her.

The car stopped a short distance away.

Charlotte got out of the back seat. There seemed to be someone else in the back of the car, probably a woman, judging from her movement, but the face was blocked and it was impossible to see who she was.

Lyra didn't bother, just took one look and then withdrew her gaze, ready to get in the car and leave.

Charlotte trotted closer to her and blocked her car door, sounding surprised, "Why are you here? Do you still want to pester Melvin. He has nothing to do with you now!"

Lyra was amused, curling up her lips playfully, "That's something you should ask him. He told me to come here."

Charlotte's heart sank.

"How is that possible! If you hadn't pestered him, do you really think he's willing to pay attention to you?"

However, she said she didn't believe in, but her heart still retained a trace of doubt.

Lyra took the transfer agreement out of her purse and waved it in front of Charlotte, "Look closely, your Melvin is giving this house to me."

After saying that, she pushed Charlotte away.

Charlotte could not stand the force and staggered several steps before steadying herself, her eyes red with shock.

Melvin actually gave this house to Lyra?

He didn't even allowed her to approach the villa, but he was so generous to give it to this woman?

What for!

She was so angry that she almost had a heart attack, but on second thought, she figured it out.

Glaring at Lyra, she grunted, "This is Melvin's compensation for your divorce, right? He did this just to completely cut off ties with you. He's implying that don't you ever try to get near him again!"

Lyra sneered, not at all pissed, her cold eyes staring back, "This is my private property from now on. People like you had better stay far away, or I don't mind having someone throw you out."

"You!"

Charlotte's face was almost distorted with rage. But seeing Lyra open the door and get into the driver's seat, she smiled smugly again.

"I couldn't fight you before when you had Keith backing you up, but from tomorrow, I'll trample you under my feet forever!"

Lyra gave her a nonchalant glance, not taking her threat into account, and fired up the engine with a roar, and the Volkswagen Santana quickly swaggered off, spewing the tailpipe exhaust right in Charlotte's face.

Charlotte was choking and coughing, glaring at the green Santana, stamping her foot fiercely, her eyes glinting with malice.

She would like to see how long this bitch could still be so cocky!

Lyra drove all the way back to Keith's villa. When she passed by the big LED screen at the shopping center, it was broadcasting the news of Abigail Matthews's car accident due to her DUI. Abigail was the firstborn daughter of the Matton Corp's president. After surgery, Abigail's life was out of danger, but she may be in a vegetative state forever.

The Matthews couple cried uncontrollably in front of the camera.

Lyra just glanced at the screen and didn't pay much attention to it.

…

Three days had passed.

Today, Lyra went to the cafeteria for lunch.

The employees today seemed to be extra gossipy and the look on their faces were rather interesting when they were chatting.

Lyra found it a bit strange, but she wasn't really interested in gossips nor did she often follow the news on the internet.

"Director, have you heard the big news this morning?"

Kellie came over with two other approachable assistants and sat next to Lyra.

"What news?"

Seeing that she didn't know, Kellie couldn't wait to tell her, "The daughter of Matton Corp's president had a car accident. You heard that, right? But shortly after the accident, the Matthews family announced that they were bringing home their youngest daughter who had been in foster care abroad due to illness."

Lyra didn't look up, concentrating on eating, "What's so unusual about that?"

"Do you know who the second daughter of the Matthews couple is? It's Charlotte Matthews, the fiancée of Mr. Freeman, who are gonna get engaged next month!"

Lyra's hands paused

Seeing her finally reacted, Kellie was very excited, "Everyone is mocking the Matthews couple. Their eldest daughter has become a vegetable, but they haven't even been sad for long enough. Now they already want to have their younger daughter back home..."

The two other female employees at the table also quickly joined the discussion, no more than expressing their dissatisfaction with the Matthew couple's behavior. They even had a bold speculation that Charlotte's identity must not be as simple as it seemed.

There were many different opinions on the matter.

Lyra listened quietly and did not chime in.

She suddenly remembered Charlotte's threat to her in front of Seaside Villa a few days ago.

It seemed that there was more behind Abigail Matthews' car accident.

Now that Charlotte had finally be recognized as a member of the Matthews family, what would be her next big move?