A Divorce Make Me Rich

“What is it?”

“Where were you thirteen years ago on March 14? Ever been to Pinewood Street in Frayton?”

“I don’t remember.” Lyra turned her head away, still with an attitude of rejection.

It’d been so long, how can she still remember?

“Okay, then I’ll ask a different question.”

Melvin was not angry, and continued to ask patiently, “Then do you remember thirteen years ago on March 14, there was a car accident. Three people died. Only a little boy sitting at the back of the car survived, and a girl saved him.”

Why would he ask that?

Could that little boy be him?

Lyra looked at his searching gaze and a part of her mind was jogged with memories, recalling some fragmented images in a trance.

That year she did save a person, but it was purely by chance.

She didn’t even take it to heart.

Besides, the reason she came to Frayton that year was because of a very important matter, which involved the Lloyd family privacy. And she did not intend to tell tell Melvin, nor did she expect Melvin would continue to investigate.

It was too dangerous, and she didn’t want anyone else involved.

“No, I don’t know.” Lyra replied coldly, “If you have no further questions, I’ll leave you to it.”

Melvin subconsciously reached out to stop her, but was pierced by her cold eyes, and withdrew his hand in mid-air.

“Mr. Freeman, don’t forget that you are Charlotte’s fiancé. Show more concern for your fiancée. She is not yet recovered from her injuries in the hospital bed.”

Lyra taunted him a bit and unlocked the door.

Just a moment after she turned around, she saw a vague flash of lost emotion in his eyes.

It wasn’t obvious, just a flash, but she caught it anyway.

What did he feel disappointed?

Lyra was suspicious, but didn’t care too much.

Now Melvin was just an insignificant person to her and cannot affect her in the world.

She retracted her thoughts and elegantly tucked her hair around her ears. Melvin didn’t stop her as she easily pushed open the door of the private room.

As soon as he walked out the door, he met Fred’s unkind eyes.

Fred looked at her and spoke with a cynical look on his face.

“Boss has collected all the evidence. You find someone to bully Miss Matthews. Soon the truth will come out! When the time comes, boss will not spare you!”

“Finished?”

Lyra looked askance at him, and the corners of her mouth raised into a provocative smile, “Then bring it one. I’ll wait and see.”

Her petite body carried a very oppressive aura.

Fred looked directly into her smiling eyes and unconsciously took a few steps back.

Lyra walked away quickly with high heels.

The only sound left in the large dining room was the echo of her footsteps.

“That’s weird.”

Fred was very puzzled by the way he had just feared her.

…

Two days had passed since Melvin’s promised five-day deadline.

All kinds of media were highly concerned about this matter and kept publishing various speculations about it.

Lyra completely ignored the negative comments about her and focused on the preparation for the girl group audition, neglecting the words that were deliberately used to discredit her.

“Ms. Lyra , this is the filming base’s file, please do a final review.” Kellie put a file folder in her hand.

“Got it, you can go out first. I’ll call you when I’m done reading.”

Lyra’s eyes never left the computer screen, with her fingers leaping nimbly over the keyboard.

Kellie looked at her with desire to speak, but finally interrupted her: “Ms. Lyra, you should stop for a moment. Those comments on the Internet, you really haven’t read them?”

“Read some of it.”

Lyra glanced at her and continued with the task at hand.

“Then why are you still …” Kellie was even more confused.

“Why are you still so calm?”

Lyra simply turned the computer off, leaned back in her chair, and explained to her.

“Mr. Freeman said in front of so many reporters that he would give an account to the public, so I’ll see what he can really say. Moreover, although those comments are boiling, but I am not substantially affected, right?”

“But …”

“Keep working. The talent show will start recording soon, and your work will not be too easy these days.”

Kellie knew her boss was no ordinary person, so she stopped talking and went about her work

Lyra was busy fighting for her career.

In the hospital which was a few dozen kilometers away from the Angle Group, Charlotte was lying in a hospital bed, bored and on her phone.

Her injuries had been much better, and she had been watching the vicious media’s speculation about Lyra on major social media platforms for the past two days, and every now and then she employed some spammers to add fuel to the fire.

She was so pleased to see the voices of those who praised for Lyra overshadowing those who defended her.

She was flipping through her Twitter feed when a message popped up, causing her smile to freeze on her face.

“Miss Matthews, the boss hasn’t done much in the past two days and hasn’t arranged for me to do anything, so I don’t know what he really wants to do.”

Fred had been dutifully watching Melvin’s every move for her since he agreed to do her a favor.

As soon as there was some movements, she will be reported to her immediately.

But Melvin’s delayed action made her suspicious instead.

“Got it, thank you Fred,” she voiced back directly to Fred in a sweet tone.

Fred heard her voice and felt more and more flattered, reinforcing his desire to help her and give Lyra the punishment she deserved.

Charlotte turned off her phone irritably, leaned back on her bed, thought for a moment then turned it back on and dialed.

“Yo, how’s it going?”

Irene’s lazy and delicate voice came from the other end of the phone.

“Thanks to you, it’s still lying in the hospital.” Charlotte said coldly, “Now what?”

Irene admired her freshly done nails for a while and spoke lazily, “Don’t worry. I’ve found her weakness and will send her to death tonight.”

“Really?”

Charlotte asked uncertainly, “I’ve fallen into her hands twice, and with the lessons I’ve learned before, you must be careful.”

“Wasn’t it because you were stupid last time?” Irene raised her voice, “If it wasn’t for you, how could you have made a mistake and gotten yourself involved?”

Charlotte was angry, but she can not be angry. She gritted his teeth and hung up the phone, holding grudge against Lyra.

“Wait and see, I’ll see how long you can laugh.”

She threw the phone onto the bed, with a harsh and shadowy expression on her face.

…

The advancement of the girl group audition was nearing its end.

Lyra spent the afternoon working out the final coordination issues and overseeing the first day of the show’s taping via remote link.

Several tasks went very well, and Lyra nodded with satisfaction and closed the connection.

She had arranged for personnel to supervise the recording site and will be notified at the first opportunity if any accidents occurred.

The phone rang suddenly. It was a call from the person in charge of the base.

“Miss Carroll, something bad happens! Melissa, who came to compete, is missing!”