After divorce I am a billionaire

Melvin called the housekeeper in.

"From today onwards, Lady Fiona and Miss Freeman are grounded together. No one is allowed to let them out without my permission. And if anyone dares to disobey, they will be dealt with according to the Freeman Manor's severest punishment.” "Huh?" He was not gonna get even with that bitch Lyra? Fiona blew her stack, pointing at Melvin and scolding him relentlessly, saying that he was an ungrateful bastard, heartless, disobedient and unfilial ...

Melvin let her be and didn't say another word, leaving the room with a sullen face.

He called in Fred.

"Whatever was smashed, have them replaced as soon as possible, and then send someone to keep an eye on the Freeman Manor. Any phone call must be monitored and reported to me quickly.” "Yes." Fred gave him a hesitant glance, "...But boss, would that be a bit too harsh on the lady and Miss Freeman? Miss Carroll is so merciless on this.” When he thought of the misery Fiona and Sheila had gone through, Fred couldn't bear it. He didn't understand why Boss was so protective of that Lyra.

He could even tolerate her making such a mess to the Freeman Manor.

Melvin uncharacteristically did not get angry or shout at him to get lost. He just asked in an emotionless tone, "If someone has set you up several times which almost kills you, and you suffered a lot because of it, would you forgive him?" "Of course not!" Fred answered firmly, "I'll find a chance to get back at him." As soon as he finished, he froze on the spot.

Melvin didn't say another word and walked away without looking back.

Having settled the score with those two women, Lyra was high-spirited on her way home.

The gifts from her big brother and second brother, Collin and Micah, were also successfully delivered.

She couldn't wait to open one of the gift boxes, but she did not expect that it was..

A small, self-made plane model from the Bureau of Aeronautics! Shit! Had Collin forgotten that she was not a 15-year-old kid anymore! She had been looking forward to his gift for so long.

Keith was laughing next to her, and when he saw that her face was red with anger, he coughed to hide his amusement. "Rara, this is a limited-edition plane made by Collin himself. Not even money can buy it. There's only one of it. It's unique, it's just for you!" Lyra rolled her eyes.

Luckily, Micah's gift was not bad and relieved her anger at Collin.

It was a beautiful Emerald Green Ring with a hidden mechanism inside that could pop up a silver needle— a useful weapon when necessary.

She put the ring on, and as for the small plane, she put it in the corner of her room.

And after that, she went to shower and get in bed.

The next day, Lyra arrived at work on time.

As she pushed open the office door, she saw a slender and unfamiliar figure standing in front of her desk.

The woman heard the door open and turned her head to meet Lyra's eyes.

Her almond-shaped eyes on a small round face were filled with condescension and contempt, which turned into jealousy and hate as the woman was sizing Lyra up .

This strange woman seemed to be very hostile to her, hun? Without waiting for Lyra to speak, the strange woman took the initiative and said, "Emily at the reception had told me about you, but I didn't believe her. Now that I've seen you, you really look like a witch." Lyra was baffled.

She went straight past the woman to sit on the office chair and spoke, "This lady, | have to work. Please leave." The woman ignored her words and warned in a cold voice, "It's fine if you want to make a living in the Angle Group, but you must stay away from Keith. If | find out that you dare to seduce him or have an immoral relationship with him, I'l make you suffer worse than death!" "Keith?" Lyra became interested, "You like him?" The woman folded her arms proudly and sneered, "I'm his fiancée.” Fiancée? It was the woman who got engaged to Keith the year before, the second young lady from one of the big families in Suham, Irene Frazier.

How come Lyra had never heard Keith mention her before? It seemed Keith probably didn't dig this woman.

It was just as well that she didn't want such a supercilious person to be her future sister-in-law.

Lyra smile, "That's it? Fiancée is someone that can be changed before getting married. Miss Frazier, you've begun to declared your sovereignty now? Sorry, this humble place is not where you should be. Goodbye." "Hey!" Irene was furious.

Before Irene could retort, Lyra was already concentrating on work, treating her like she was invisible and ignoring her no matter what she said.

She had no place to vent her anger, so she eventually had to leave unhappily.

Exiting Lyra's office, Irene glanced toward Stacy.

Stacy understood and followed her, one after the other, down a remote corridor with no surveillance cameras.

"Is this new director a decent person?" Stacy glanced around to make sure no one was here, and then leaned in to tell Irene her own version of the story, "She was brought into the company by Mr. Lloyd personally. He also asked us to take care of her. She had probably hooked up with Mr.

Lloyd before she entered the company. Moreover, she has always been so snooty. She even beat up the company's popular artists before. How arrogant is that.” "Are you serious?!" Irene was furious, "In that case, there's all the more reason to drive her out.” She beckoned Stacy to come closer and gave a few instructions in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

As Stacy was listening, she hesitated.

"Is this... really okay? Will it be too much?" Irene gently patted her shoulder, "Don't worry. Just do it. I'l put in a good word for you in front of Keith after it's done, and let you take her place as the director.” On one side was the condemnation of conscience, and on the other side was the promotion and pay rise.

Stacy dithered for a few seconds and chose the latter.

Afternoon.

Lyra was still in the office assigning artists to recent activities when Stacy knocked on the door with a smile on her face, and her attitude was better than ever.

"Miss Carroll, have you heard that the Grandviz Group is gonna put a hefty investment in making a male-protagonist TV show?" Lyra didn't even look up, focusing on the form, "What's wrong?" Stacy smiled broadly and put the file on Lyra's desk respectfully, "I've got the opportunity for the company's artists to talk to the head of Grandviz, but Grandviz only wants Miss Carroll for the meeting." Lyra looked up at this point and gave her a cold look.

Stacy was intimidated by her penetrating gaze in that moment, stunned.

Lyra smiled sarcastically, "This is a good chance to increase your commission. You're the one who start this deal, so you can go settle it." Stacy hastened to explain with an ingratiating smile on her face.

"| wanted to go, but Grandviz think I'm high-rank enough, and they're only willing to talk with people of director-level. In fact, the commission is not that important. After all, it is a good opportunity to boost our artists’ career, all for the sake of the company. As long as we get this deal, it doesn't matter who's the one in charge of it." Lyra kept observing Stacy's expression and said in surprise, "Miss Kim, this is the first time you've been so respectful to me." Stacy froze and smiled even wider.

"I've seen your power, Director, and | don't dare cause trouble again. However, this meeting with the head of Grandviz is really an excellent opportunity. Would you please consider it?" "Sure, of course I'll go." Lyra smiled.

How would she find out what tricks Stacy were trying to play if she didn't go take a look? In the evening, as soon as they got off work, Stacy took Lyra by the arm and brought her to the restaurant where they would meet people from Grandviz.

When they arrived at the deluxe private room, three middle-aged men with big bellies stood up politely and looked at Lyra with sparks in their eyes.

Stacy took the initiative to introduce each other, "This is our beautiful director of Angle Group, Miss Lyra Carroll.

"Director, these three are directors from Grandviz, Mr. Harper, Mr. McCormick and Mr. Pollard." "Directors?" Lyra blinked in a child-like way, "Why isn't the executive in charge coming to the meeting?"