A Divorce Make Me Rich

At the entrance of the Angle Group building.

Downstairs there was a huge crowd, including reporters, people “demanding justice”, and quite a few onlookers that were drawn to watch the show.

Lyra locked the car door and strode toward the company entrance.

She was alone, but she exuded an intimidating vibe that there was a large group of supporters following behind her.

Reporters had been waiting for a long time. Catching sight of her, they wanted to take this opportunity to interview her, so everyone just scrambled to get near her.

They almost thrust their microphones to her face and the shutters were clicking non-stop. This was much bustling and raucous than before in Charlotte’s ward.

“Miss Carroll, have you watched the news this morning? What would you like to say about Miss Matthews’ statement on the live interview?”

“May I ask if what Miss Matthews said is true or not? She claims she’s not the homewrecker, so why did you divorce Mr. Freeman? I heard that you didn’t get any property from the divorce. Did you cheat on Mr. Freeman?”

“Are you really involved in the case where Miss Matthews got attacked?”

These reporters were eager to jump at the opportunity to scoop the juiciest news, so a barrage of questions was thrown at Lyra.

Lyra walked rapidly towards the gate, not betraying a slight fear when faced with the crowd.

The large sunglasses covered most of her face, but not her confidence.

“Miss Carroll, could you please answer our question? The whole country is waiting for your response!” A reporter shouted.

There came another hubbub of from the crowd. Some of them started to talk loudly, expressing their speculation about this series of events.

Lyra frowned, casually took a reporter’s microphone, and said in a very final sort of way, “Be quiet and listen to me if you want the answer.”

The reporters froze for several seconds and immediately bombarded her with another round of questions.

“May I ask what exactly your relationship with Mr. Freeman is?” A reporter took advantage of his proximity to shove the microphone to Lyra, lest his question went unanswered.

“I’ve already said it on Twitter, and now I’ll reiterate it. We’ve been divorced and we have nothing to do with each other anymore.” Lyra unhappily pushed away the microphone that almost touched her face.

Though her eyes were hidden behind the sunglasses, others still somewhat felt her piercing gaze and involuntarily took a few steps back.

“Rumors had it that Miss Matthews was the homewrecker who brought an end to your marriage with Mr. Freeman. Also, you were forced to give up any property and thus get nothing from the divorce. Is that true?”

“Sorry, no comment.” Lyra shrugged, “Any other questions? If not, I’m going in. Don’t waste my valuable time.”

“Wait!” Several reporters squeezed forward again, “There are rumors online that you got your current job in Angle Group because you’re the mistress of Mr. Lloyd. Is it true?”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“My job was in no way obtained through improper means, and as for whether I’m capable enough, time and results will tell.”

Lyra said these words in an unflinching tone, loud and clear among the crowd, but it failed to stop their commotion.

“And what was your purpose in having someone assault Miss Matthews two days ago? Was it because Miss Matthews had humiliated you at the party?”

“Didn’t you guys already see her live stream?” Lyra asked back, “Let the evidence speak for itself as to who is behind this. I have important business to attend to, so please excuse me.”

Seeing that she was determined to leave, the reporters got anxious and tried to stop her.

“You haven’t told us anything yet. You can’t leave like that! Are you guilty and afraid of being found out?”

The onlookers shouted loudly, blocking the company entrance, and some even tried to take advantage of the chaos to attack her.

Before Lyra could say anything, a familiar husky voice rang out behind her.

“What makes you think you can slander someone so willfully, because you don’t need to pay the price for starting a rumor? A journalist with no work ethic should be fired as soon as possible.”

Melvin walked over unhurriedly, his brow furrowed, and he glanced over the crowd with undisguised disgust and coldness in his eyes.

“It’s Mr. Freeman! Mr. Freeman is here to back her up!” Someone recognized him and shouted.

The arrival of Melvin caused another tumult. Everyone was shocked by his sudden appearance and they were guessing the purpose of his visit.

“I’m also investigating the case of Miss Matthews.”

He took the microphone from Lyra and said succinctly, “I’ll give the public an explanation in five days.”

The few reporters who were asking Lyra questions just now had already been deterred by him. But the crowd was still excited.

“What are you standing there for?”

Melvin turned to Fred and said with a cold face.

Fred got Melvin’s hint and raised his arm to beckon someone. Several bodyguards dressed in black and wearing sunglasses immediately showed up and began to drive away the crowd.

Most people were only bystanders who did not want to get themselves into trouble or provoke Melvin, so they soon scattered in all directions.

“Thanks.” Lyra expressed her gratitude in a calm tone and headed for the company again.

“You didn’t sound sincere at all.” Melvin took her by the wrist and said in a low voice, “Let’s have a talk?”

Lyra wanted to refuse his invitation, but when she saw the serious and cautious look on his face, she changed her mind and answered, “Okay, but cut the long story short.”

Melvin chose a restaurant close to Angle Group and booked a private room to treat her to a meal.

“You order first.”

He opened the menu and pushed it to her.

“I’ve had breakfast.” Lyra frowned. Hit by a realization, she then said, “Mr. Freeman, I remember that you disliked eating too much for breakfast before. So, you even had your habits changed soon after you reunited with Miss Matthews? Just spit it out what you want to say and don’t waste my time. Time is life itself, as the saying goes. Mr. Freeman, what you’re doing is killing me.”

Melvin’s face turned sullen all of a sudden.

He looked at Lyra’s impatient scowl and asked, “Do you also treat Keith Lloyd or Cody Carver like this when you dine with them?”

He didn’t realize that his tone was full of jealousy.

“You do realize that you’re my ex-husband, right?”

Lyra threw him an undisguised cold glance, “We no longer have anything to do with each other. It’s none of your business how I treat those men when I’m dining with them. Mr. Freeman, just keep your nose out. Besides, you’re not worthy of being compared to them.”

Pausing for a moment, she continued with her sarcasm, “By the way, your fiancée is still bedridden. You should be taking care of her right now instead of messing with me here.”

“You’ve changed a lot.”

Melvin stared intently into her eyes as if he wanted to gain an insight into anything about her that he didn’t know.

Lyra picked up her purse and stood up from her seat, “Mr. Freeman, if you just want to talk about such trivial matters with me, then please just count me out.”

“Sit down. Take it easy.”

Melvin strode ahead and reached the door first, locking it at once.

Lyra frowned and gazed at him, “What do you want?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you.” He sighed inaudibly, “I have something to ask you.”