After divorce I am a billionaire

Melissa didn't say anything and didn't have much of an expression.

The assistant rolled her eyes at Corey, "Mr. Corey, you're shameless and scheming. Do you want to piggyback on Melissa's popularity? Because she just won the Best Actress?" Corey ignored her sarcasm and always looked at Melissa, "Melissa, | really know | was wrong. Just giveanother chance! I'm worse than dead without you. Cback to me, okay?" Melissa laughed about that. When Corey cheated on her, she had clearly seen this scum's true intention.

Now, she would not believe any words he said, and she only felt ironical.

She remembered Lyra's ruthlessness when she treated the scum and the bitch. Slowly, she took out a delicate little dagger from the drawer, a souvenir left behind after her last scene was shot.

Corey watched her take it into her hands and play with it, feeling worried, "Be careful, don't cut your hand. I'll be heartbroken.” Melissa felt disgusted about what he said and handed the dagger to him.

Without her soft and naive face as before, she calmly said, "Since you said your life will be worse than death without me, why don't you kill yourself with this dagger now? Then I'll believe you love me." Corey's face was pale and he looked at her in shock.

When did Melissa the fool becnot easy to be fooled around? He took the dagger from her hand, but was afraid it would cut himself a tiny bit.

"Melissa, if | really die, | won't never be able to be with you. Are you really willing to letkill myself?" "But if you don't die, how can you prove that you really love me? How can you prove that you're truly repentant?" Corey hardened himself to pressing the blade to his wrist, hesitating to do so.

Melissa reminded him, "If you just make a bloody and sallow cut, it does not count. You have to cut your artery, and make your blood flow like water. Then | can believe you." Corey felt painful when he thought about it. His hand shook and the dagger fell to the ground.

He grabbed Melissa's gown and pleaded with her, "Melissa, don't do this, okay? Let's be back together! I'l be twice as good to you as | was before! Just giveanother chance!" Melissa lifted her high heels directly and kicked him hard.

"Get out! | won't believe any of your sweet words anymore! You'd better make a detour when you seein the future. If you dare to pesteragain, | will fight you to the end! | will make you lose all your money! At that time, you can't even afford to eat instant noodles!" Corey was stupefied and froze at her look as she said those harsh words.

Was this the sMelissa he used to know? "Melissa, |..." "Get out!" Melissa didn't want to hear any more nonsense from him, "If you keep pestering me, I'll report you for harassment!" The two women, the agent and the assistant, immediately becfierce and drove Corey far away.

With Corey leaving, Melissa's unpleasantness she just had because of Corey disappeared, and she took out her phone and took a picture of the trophy and sent it to Keith.

Attachment: [Thanks to Mr. Keith for the guide and support. It's my achievement. Are you still satisfied with that?] Within a minute, she received a message from Keith.

Keith: [You will makemore satisfied at night] Melissa instantly blushed.

This man was really getting ...

She put down her phone and continued to refine her makeup because Keith would cquietly to pick her up later and she was not taking the bus back, so her agent and assistant left first.

The entire lounge soon beccompletely quiet.

Outside the door, there was the sound of a handle turning. Melissa glanced at a pair of man's leather shoes standing not far from her. She thought it was Corey again.

Her tone was disgusted and impatient, "Corey, you're stupid and deaf too?" The man, who was standing in the doorway, did not respond and did not move.

Melissa wondered and turned her head to see an unfamiliar face she had never seen before.

"You are?" The man bent down respectfully, "Hello, Miss Melissa. Mr. Shane would like to see you. Please cwith me." "Shane ?" The award ceremony had ended for nearly half an hour, so the scene was silent.

Keith drove his car, quietly cover to pick up Melissa and take her home.

After sending a message to Melissa, he waited in the garage for a while, and five minutes later, Melissa still didn't cdownstairs.

When he called her, her phone was turned off.

His eyebrows tightened. He put on his mask and went upstairs in full armor to find her personally.

Outside the door was a sticker saying Melissa's lounge. Keith pushed the door in and it was empty.

He immediately called his special assistant Jalen, "Check the surveillance thoroughly. Melissa is missing!" Melissa was forcibly taken back to Callahan Residence by bodyguards.

It was dark, and she stood in front of the Callahan Residence, feeling nothing but bewilderment.

"Why did Mr. Shane ask you to bringhere? What does he want?" Without explaining, the bodyguard reached out and gestured for her to go inside and find out herself.

Melissa didn't move and tried to send a message to Keith. The phone was just taken out when the bodyguard took it away.

"Miss Melissa, don't worry. Mr. Shane will not hurt you. He himself upholds justice for people in the Bureau. He won't do illegal and disorderly things, not to mention that you are a star, and you are well-known." She followed the bodyguard inside in disbelief.

They arrived at the door of an ancestral hall. The bodyguard opened a small door and bowed, "Mr. Shane is waiting for you inside. You can go in." Melissa couldn't figure out what Shane was going to do, but in a place as solemn as an ancestral hall, she didn't think Shane could do anything bad.

She walked in and the lights were on. There were many photos of the ancestors, and the whole hall floated the light smell of sandalwood, which was fresh and pleasant.

Shane was standing in front of the photos and admired them.

Hearing her footsteps, Shane looked over at Melissa who was standing by the door.

He smiled lightly, and his voice was casual, "Miss Melissa, do you remember our last meeting?" Melissa had little expression, "Please say away. I'm busy." "Okay, | won't take your time. I'll make short of long." He walked up to Melissa and took a photo out of his arms and handed it to her, "Look at this." Melissa inexplicably took it.

The photo was of a woman, who looked to be in her early thirties. She stared at the camera with a gentle smile.

The look was not stunning, but had scharms. The most critical thing was that there were ssimilarities between she and the woman in the photo.

But she was sure she hadn't worn the outfit in the photo and hadn't done a modern .

The woman in this photo couldn't be her.

Being suspicious, she looked up and saw Shane's eyes, "What do you mean?" Shane's eyes looked soft and sorry, "I'm sorry. It's my fault, your brother. I've been too busy with my business these years. And | don't usually pay attention to the entertainment industry. If | hadn't seen you at the White Manor that day, I'm afraid | wouldn't have a clue now. | let you suffer hardship outside for more than 20 years." "Brother?" Melissa's heart thumped, and she looked at the photo in her hand, and then at Shane, incredulously.

"Mr. Shane, did you mistake it? | grew up in Frayton orphanage, and | have no relation with the Callahan family. And it's even impossible that | have brother." With his hands behind his back, Shane looked again at the ancestors’ photos and calmly began to narrate an account.

"The year when you were born, the Callahan family was in turmoil. And | was eight years old. After my father went on a business trip to European Swye, he returned with his already one-year-old illegitimate son, Anthony." Melissa wondered, "What does Anthony have something to do with me?"