After divorce I am a billionaire

She sat right next to the tombstone with her head gently leaning against his stone, as if she were leaning into his arms.

"During this time, Sheila is much better behaved. | have let her enter the group to start learning. You gaveall the shares, but | no longer have the desire to manage the group. When she can handle the project independently, | plan to take off my hands step by step." "Mel, I've been so bored without you spilling your guts toevery day.” "Recently | always dreamed of you. In the dream you toldyou were not dead. You said you were deliberately lying to me, but actually wanted to see if you were important in my heart or not ... if only, it was true.” Her voice was soft.

Two crystal tears slid down to the cheeks.

She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his cold stone, as if she was hugging his strong waist and snuggling into his arms to sleep.

Fifteen and Seventeen was sent by Lyra to wait in a pavilion fifty meters outside the cemetery, a position where they could not see inside the cemetery.

Seeing that it'd been an hour, their own lady actually hadn't cout yet.

Fifteen couldn't sit still and went straight to the cemetery with an umbrella.

Just approaching, he was slightly touched by the scene in front of him.

Lyra was leaning against the stone as if she was asleep.

She did not have an umbrella. Her head and body were covered with snow. However, she didn't look miserable but with a different kind of bleak beauty.

Fifteen knew that she had actually always cared for Melvin in her heart, but she was just unwilling to admit her feelings.

Unfortunately, Melvin was already dead and it was too late to say more.

Chad also left and said goodbye to sof their bodyguards, saying that he would never return to Frayton.

Fifteen sighed softly and missed the days when they used to play cards together before.

He stopped dwelling on the memory and quickly ran forward to give Lyra an umbrella and help her brush off the snow that was still on her body.

"Miss, it's getting late. Let's go back. Don't you have to check Miss Freeman's progress this afternoon?" Lyra slowly opened her eyes, said nothing, and left the cemetery without a word.

Back to Freeman's Group.

Sheila was already standing in the office waiting in a disciplined manner.

Because the heating was on inside, Lyra took off her coat and walked straight to her chair and sat down.

Sheila fearfully handed her the proposal she had spent all night writing.

Lyra took it expressionlessly, looked it over carefully, and used a pen stained with red ink to draw circles while pronouncing a cruel sentence.

"Here is wrong. This sentence is written in a complicated and incomprehensible way. | said the words in the business plan must be concise and easy to understand. And here is a typo. You have to check again for several times. Don't be perfunctory ..." The more she heard, the colder Sheila's heart became.

She compressed her lips and consciously spread her hands out, "I know. | will pay more attention next time. You can punishnow." Lyra gave her a very curious look. Sheila was bowing her head, staring at her toes and gulping in confusion.

At the sound of Lyra opening the drawer, Sheila stiffened and closed her eyes, waiting for the sharp pain.

However, there was no pain as expected.

She opened her eyes suspiciously and found that Lyra had placed a chocolate candy in her hand.

"I'm not beating you today. It's the first tyou learn to take the initiative to admit punishment. Very good. This is a reward for you." "Really?" Sheila was overjoyed to hear for the first tthat she didn't have to be beaten, and when she looked at Lyra, she instantly felt that she was much pleasing.

"Thanks Lyra! That's very kind of you! I'll be sure to learn more!" "Well, you can leave now." Sheila happily took the candy and left.

Lyra looked at her back and shook her head helplessly.

She had never raised a child. As she was the youngest daughter in the family, she actually had little experience in educating Sheila.

She may not see it, but she ought to hear about it.

Once upon a tCollin educated her in this way. It could be not too strict, or not too indulgent. Carrot and stick were both good ways.

Two months later.

Sheila was not a fast learner, but she was a serious one.

Lyra checked her project and was relieved that she could not find anything wrong with it, "Good, next t| will give you a project and you can try to do it on your own." Sheila nodded, "Yes, I'll do it properly, but ..." she said with a torn look on her face.

"But what?" "Can | request not to work overttonight? | have something to do tonight. | have to go out for a meal ..." The more she said, the smaller her voice became, and her ears were a little red.

"Yo, a date, huh?" Lyra then noticed that she was extraordinarily well-dressed today, "It's a man, isn't it?" Sheila bit her lower lip shyly and nodded gently.

"How is he? How is the family? You still remember all the requests you promisedbefore, right?" "Don't worry. He's from an ordinary family, but he's pretty good to me. He's helpeda lot at work during this time, and ... he's pretty handsome, but we're just starting out, it's not stable yet." Sheila was embarrassed, "Lyra, I'm not talking to you anymore. | am about to leave work." Lyra mumbled softly and watched her leave.

The man could help Sheila a lot in her work. So he seemed to be an employee of the group.

She called Jackie and asked her to check it out quietly.

In the end, it turned out that the person was Edward, a regular employee in the splanning department as Sheila.

Lyra was surprised because both Edward and Jackie were people she had previously proposed from Darkbell. They specifically worked for the group, so she absolutely trusted their character.

The next day at work, Lyra quietly called Edward to her office.

"Did the date go well last night?" Edward was oddly embarrassed and touched the back of his head, "Boss you know all about it?" "Do you really like Sheila?" Edward nodded seriously, "I heard about her conflicts with you. When she entered the group, | am intentionally trying to help you teach her a lesson. But during the process of getting together, | found that she is a little capricious and domineering. She is used to being arrogant because of being spoiled. Sometimes I think it cute. | really like her." "Okay, you go ahead and get busy." Lyra didn't interfere too much with Sheila's relationship, but the two had been quite stable.

Three months later, Sheila and Edward had a grand wedding ceremony at Frayton's Isley Chapel.

On the sday, Lyra transferred 40% of shares to Sheila.

Before the ceremony began, various business partners, presidents and bigwigs gathered near the giant tower cake table on the lawn for drinks and small talk.

Lyra, never the one for such occasions, sat down by a quiet little table and sipped champagne with Cody.

The Matthews family was among those invited, and once Katelyn and Jamie arrived, they cto chat with Lyra.

It had been a few days since she had not seen them, and Lyra noticed with a sharp eye that Abigail wasn't here this time.

Katelyn explained with a helpless smile: "She is very stubborn. Her father and | have persuades her. She went to the neighbor city as soon as her legs recovered." The neighbor city? Lyra smiled. It seemed that Abigail really wanted to be her sister-in-law. Micah finally met a stubborn pursuer this time, but it depended on whether Abigail had the ability to chase her brother.

Katelyn winked at Jamie, and Jamie made an excuse to go with Cody to the side to socialize.

When Cody had left, she approached Lyra and said in an extremely low voice, "I heard that you gave 40% of your shares to Sheila? The family treated you like that before, aren't you afraid that she'll have bad intentions after she's settled down?" Lyra smiled carelessly, "What are you afraid of? Since | can give it to her, | can also take it back at any time." Besides, with Jackie and Edward watching over in the group, even if Sheila and Fiona were really acting in front of her this time, they can't beat her.

Katelyn knew about Melvin's death, lamented, and asked, "I see that you have handed over the Freeman's Group. And it seems that the Angle Group is also running by agents during this period. You are planning to be an idle boss at home, or just making money for fun?" Lyra shook her head gently, "After | take care of things over here, I'm going to leave Frayton." "Leave? Then where are you going?" Katelyn was surprised.

Lyra raised her eyes to look at her.

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