After divorce I am a billionaire

A discordant voice in the distance suddenly interrupted them.

And it dissipated the sexual tension between the two.

Keith, with a long face, forcibly pulled the two apart before throwing a punch at Melvin's face.

It was too quick for Melvin to dodge. He grunted in pain, and was forced two steps back by this punch.

He tasted the rustiness and raised his hand to wipe off the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Lyra had been guarded behind Keith. Seeing Melvin being hit, she felt a bit worried at first, but soon satisfaction was written all over her face. She almost clapped her hands and cheered.

That jerk dared bully her. A punch was too merciful to him!

She wanted to see him get beaten up!

"I heard that Mr. Freeman has a new girlfriend already, but you're still pestering your ex-wife. That's inappropriate, right?" Keith gave a half smile, resuming his usual gentlemanly manner, as if he was not the one who just threw a punch.

Melvin stared back at him, even though his face was bruised, he was no inferior to Keith.

"After all, an ex-wife was once a wife, but Mr. Lloyd, who are you to defend my ex-wife?"

He deliberately stressed on the word "my", like a proud lion announcing his ownership, in face of the enemy who coveted his prey.

Just because I'm her brother!

The smile on Keith's face faded away.

But he didn't say it out, as Lyra's grip on his arm tightened.

He grunted, "Mr. Freeman, you're funny. Lyra is an independent individual. She is entitled to choose anyone she likes. What rights do you have to selfishly classify her as your belongings?"

The two stared at each other, neck and neck, no conceding.

They seemed to be fighting with glares, eager to send the other side to hell, but it was too close to call.

One could almost smell the fire and smoke of the battlefield here.

Lyra, however, felt suffocated by it. She was exhausted after a long day of work and just wanted to get this damn fight over with.

She coughed, "It's late. Tomorrow is still a working day. Mr. Lloyd, Mr. Freeman, please, just leave."

that she was leaving and hurried to pull

and stopped him, his eyes flashing with

were in Keith's territory, Melvin couldn't go over the top in front of him, so he just smiled and looked at Lyra, "You

didn't even think

no dinner,

face was gloomy as hell, but

princess had such a sharp

Keith provocatively stared at Melvin, but opened his mouth to ask Lyra, "Rara, it's getting dark. Shall I

saw the two men glowering

was speechless. No, not again ...

wished God would take these two men away and return her a peaceful

"No, I'll drive home myself, just

into the

there were still

either, Melvin smirked,

at him, "I grew up with

the words, Melvin's

"A kind reminder to you. Keep your eyes on the person in front of

Keith walked upstairs with Jalen

back then, so he immediately instructed his men to seal the entrance of the lowest floor, not allowing any employees to be there. Otherwise, his little princess would have gotten into trouble

garage, Melvin stood straight. Due to the dim light,

looked at his boss from afar and became more and more

Lloyd for Lyra Bradley. Didn't he realize how much

be

a good girl, who had been driven abroad by the old Freeman

he would marry Miss Matthews and cherish her. But now he

thought about this angrily and he sent a text message to Charlotte, telling her briefly about

way to get the

"Fred, go!"

suddenly came to mind, shouted and then quickly got into the car, waiting for Fred to come over and

over to

...

Lyra was lost.

damn navigation kept showing a weak signal, and she was driving at the most complicated multi-directional forks in Frayton, so she

already made two turns

she spotted a car behind that looked familiar. She suddenly realized that the car

familiar license plate of the car, FA66699.