After divorce I am a billionaire

Melvin tilted his head to look at her and smiled in a pleasing way.

Lyra gave him a deep look.

Tonight he was really beatable. If she didn't beat him to cry, she can not endure this! She reached out and spread it out in front of him, "The belt." Melvin did not delay, unlocked the metal clasp immediately, handed her very obediently, and then turned his back to her.

Lyra folded the belt in half and raised it high, as if to whip towards the already wounded back.

But before the belt could be swung in her hand, her gaze unconsciously rested on the palm-sized burn on his back.

The injury was bright red, which was quite hideous. It was too conspicuous, so it was difficult not to notice it.

And the injury was caused when he protected her. Otherwise it was estimate that her face would get injured.

Thinking of this, Lyra felt complex. It was as if there was a mysterious force that clamped her wrist that she can not do it.

She sighed and was deflated suddenly, because she realized that she would actually start to feel sorry for him? This feeling irritated her.

The three years in the Freeman Manor was like hell. She did not feel the slightest bit of warmth. After they divorced, she could see Melvin's change and sincere. And it was impossible that there was no feeling at all.

But! She would never stick to the old path again! If she didn't stop thinking about him, it was her who would get hurt in the end! Her hand that was clutching the belt was trembling with tightness, as if she had made a great determination.

Gritting his teeth, the belt in her hand swung out viciously.

Snap! A crunching sound.

Lyra avoided the wound in the middle of his back, imprinting a deep and red swelling that was two-finger wide on the smooth and tanned skin.

Melvin didn't move, didn't say a word and didn't even frown.

Except for the subconscious tensing of the muscles all over the body, it seemed that he did not know the pain.

Lyra looked at the red mark she had added and at the middle of his back subconsciously. That bloody wound was like burning her eyes.

Her heart was suddenly in turmoil, and she couldn't did it the second time no matter what.

"Put your clothes on and get out!" She kicked him hard in the shoulder and threw the belt back at him, "Get out of here. I'm sleepy. I'l fix you tomorrow." When she finished, she took the comforter to cover herself and turned her back to Melvin.

This kick caught Melvin off guard and staggered slightly.

He slowly fastened his belt and got up to get his shirt and suit from the table.

Because the bandages were removed, he just held the clothes in his hand to avoid getting dirty if he put on the clothes directly.

When he turned his head, he saw Lyra lying on her side on the bed with her back to him. She didn't even change her clothes.

Did she look like she was going to sleep? "Lyra, your coat is still on. It'll be uncomfortable to sleep like this." Lyra ground her teeth, "I'm happy about it. Get lost!" Melvin didn't move, standing beside her bed and gazing at her.

Lyra felt it. A surge of anger rushed straight to her head. She sat up. Her face was bulging with anger. She took a pillow next to her and threw it at Melvin.

"Get out!" Melvin caught it and helped her put it on the table.

She then proceeded to take another pillow and threw it.

Melvin picked up again, with a gentle smile on his face.

Lyra was really angry. She took the tissue box, decorations, books and others on the bedside table to throw to him.

Melvin picked them all up, and did so with the utmost ease. Then he helped her set them up on the dressing table.

The smile on his face was involved with doting.

But in Lyra's eyes, it was a provocation! Her anger spiked. She fumbled the bedside table for a while but found nothing. She looked down, except for the lamp, all the items were thrown away.

So she reached her hand to the lamp, which was still plugged in, and instead of unplugging first, she forced to take it.

Melvin saw her movement and hurriedly raised his hands in surrender, "No! I'm wrong. I'll leave right away." Lyra glared at him viciously until he closed the door and went out, disappearing completely from sight, before she put the lamp back.

Looking across the dressing table, she got out of bed, took the pillows back and took a deep breaths to calm down before going to the bathroom to wash up.

Early the next morning.

During breakfast, Lyra didn't say a word. No matter what Melvin said, she ignored it.

After the silent breakfast, she went to Angle Group.

Since Anthony was handed over to Melvin, she just had to wait for the result.

When she got to the office, she called her big brother Collin first.

She told Collin the name of the potion that Melvin said last night.

What Collin said was basically the same as what Melvin did.

She contacted Darkbell's people again and checked the photos of S40 wounding the skin. Because it was a laboratory drug, such a photo was not available by ordinary search.

Ten minutes later, Darkbell sent her photos on her phone.

She carefully observed that it was indeed very similar to the injury on Melvin's back.

So this time, he was telling the truth? But if it didn't hurt his life, why would Anthony say something like helping her kill Melvin? Lyra always felt that some details were missing, but couldn't remember them.

She called Eleven, "During this time, you follow Melvin. Report all of his movements after he leaves the house. And listen to what he says without revealing yourself." Eleven didn't understand why she was doing this, but nodded in response.

After Lyra went out, Melvin washed the dishes, finished cleaning the villa, and went out to the suburb to see Anthony.

Chad saw him coming and trotted up to him, giggling.

"Boss, good morning." Melvin looked at him askance, "How is it?" Chad shook his head, "he refused to say anything. After all, he got the position in Security Agency step by step. He's really tough." Melvin glanced in the direction of the hut, and his face was coldly hostile.

"Even the toughest guy must confess to me. Tomorrow at the latest, he must open his mouth." REST Chad responded respectfully, then leaned close to Melvin's ear and whispered.

"Boss you're right. Nineteen is really suspicious. He drove his car to the suburbs yesterday, got out and ran away and disappeared for more than ten minutes. Until Miss Carroll arrived, he came back." Melvin furrowed his eyebrows, "Do you know where he went?" Chad shook his head, "He is smart. Our guys can't follow him." Melvin pursed his lips tightly and pondered for a moment, "Okay, I'll leave this to you. I'm going back to Seaside Villa." When he arrived at the villa, Melvin did not go straight upstairs, but went to the backyard.

Lyra didn't take Nineteen to the office today and left him at the villa. When Melvin returned, Nineteen had just come down from the dark post to for the bathroom and was washing his hands.

Seeing Melvin approaching him, he smiled and said, "Mr. Freeman, what a coincidence!" Melvin looked grim, "It's not a coincidence. I'm looking for you." Nineteen locked at him, and his face gradually became serious.

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