Após o Divórcio Me Tornei Uma Bilionária Capítulo 63

Melvin não disse nada, mas olhou para ela com raiva.
“Melvin, me escute …” Charlotte explicou apressadamente, “Não pense demais.
Eu estava apenas conversando com meu amigo. E é normal.”
Seu suor escorria de sua testa enquanto ela se perguntava o quanto de sua
conversa com Irene ele realmente ouviu e simplesmente continuou se fazendo
de bobo.
“O que você está planejando fazer?”
Melvin ignorou sua explicação e pareceu implacável.
Pelo seu olhar e tom frio, ele ouviu tudo?
Digite o título…
A mão direita de Charlotte subconscientemente apertou o canto da colcha.
“Não, eu apenas conversei com meu amigo casualmente. Você não acredita em
mim?”
Melvin não prestou atenção em sua expressão lamentável, e seus olhos afiados
pareciam perfurá-la como uma faca, “Você deve saber claramente que mesmo
que não diga nada, ainda posso enviar alguém para investigar. Mas naquele
momento , você não terá chance.”
Ele esfregou o relógio de pulso. Por sua expressão, ninguém poderia dizer se
ele estava com raiva ou não, mas deixou Charlotte mais alarmada.
Ela mordeu o lábio inferior. Sabendo que essa conspiração não poderia se
esconder de seu questionamento, seus olhos ficaram úmidos de repente e ela
começou a soluçar.
“Melvin! Eu simplesmente não aguento! Lyra se divorciou de você, mas você
ainda é tão apegado a ela! Eu nunca estive na villa na baía, muito menos morei
lá! Mas você transfere isso a ela.”
“At Matthews Group’s party, she humiliated me, and even had someone beat me
up this time. I almost lost my innocence!”
“Melvin! I hate her. I really do! I just want to teach her a little lesson. What’s
wrong with that?”
She jumped into Melvin’s arms and pretended to be poor, but he frowned and
held her upright.
“I’m asking you one last time. Where is Lyra?”
He frowned and his tone indicated his determination that would not allow
resistance.
“Melvin, I’ve been with you for many years. Am I no better than that woman who
is no longer related to you at all?”
Charlotte sobbed, “I’m your fiancee! Why are you so cruel? She caused me to be
in the hospital suffering pain. You can bear to see me suffer this kind of
grievance?”
Melvin stood up with a cold face, and a trace of unnoticeable fatigue flashed in
his dark eyes.
“I remember you wasn’t like this before. You disappoint me too much.”
He strode out of the ward, leaving Charlotte who was crying on the bed.
The corridor was extraordinarily quiet, with a few nurses passing by occasionally,
but they lightened their steps and walked quickly by.
Melvin walked to the corner where no one was, took out his cell phone and made
a call.
“Jay, find out Lyra’s location and send it to me in ten minutes. Be quick.”
…
Lyra drove out of the city and took a shortcut to the hill.
She deliberately picked a small road without surveillance and traffic lights and
sped as fast as she could.
With the windows open, the wind whistled past her ears, giving people an
overwhelming sense of joy and excitement.
Unfortunately, this was not a field trip. She had an important thing to do, and was
not in the mood to feel the beautiful scenery of the countryside.
She stepped on the gas pedal and the engine roared out with a bang.
The phone rang. Lyra glanced at the screen, and sharply pressed the blue-tooth
headset to answer.
“I think you’re almost here. Let me remind you. Turn right after you get out of the
tunnel. I’ll wait for you at a deserted cabin halfway up the hill.” The kidnapper
deliberately lowered his voice and said.
Lyra glanced at the navigation and made a right turn.
A vehicle with fake plate was parked at the foot of the hill. Lyra carefully
compared it with the picture Darkbell sent her and confirmed that this was the car
the kidnappers took Melissa away.
Lyra hid Magotan behind a thicket and climbed up the hill alone.
The cabin was hidden deep in the woods. From a distance, it looked very
dilapidated and was rather a shed to be exact.
She walked over quickly and pushed open the door of the cabin.
“You’re quick.”
Thecabeça dos sequestradores usava uma pesada máscara preta e ela não
podia ver o expression on his face.
Melissa fell atOs pés dele. Ela estava machucada e espancada, e havia passado
out.
She looked at theferimentos no corpo de Melissa, e um olhar frio e severo surge
her eyes.
“Letela vai primeiro e depois we’ll talk.”
She looked around the room, took acadeira e sentou-se, olhando para ele
nonchalantly.
Enragedpor seu comportamento, o sequestrador puxou a inconsciente Melissa e
colocou uma faca to her neck.
“How dare younegociar comigo para salvá-la? você acredita que eu will kill her
now?”
“Você não ousará.”
Lyra looked at him straight in the eyesem medo, fazendo-o to panic for no
reason.
Clearly, she looked like a weak woman, but actuallyestava calmo como se there
were a hundred or so people behind her.
The head ofos sequestradores olharam astonished a little bit.
Meanwhile, Irene and her personal bodyguard,Peter Sanford, estavam
escondidos na floresta fora da cabana, observando a casa através binoculars.
The kidnapper’s hat had a wireela tinha preparado em advance, and she could
hear all their conversations.
“That’s how you save her? You’re dreaming.”
Irene rolled her eyes contemptuously and instructed through a miniature bluetooth headset, “You can’t agree! Who knows what kind of tricks she’s trying to
play? Take your time and resolutely do not let anyone leave.”
The kidnapper who received the instruction smiled and looked at Lyra.
“Chick, I really can’t bear to refuse you, but sorry, I can’t let go of her.”
The kidnapper looked at her with gradually unkind intent, “Why don’t you say a
few nice words to make me happy? I might consider it.”
He looked at Lyra’s hot body, which could not be hidden by her sportswear, and
his lustful eyes looked at her up and down with reckless abandon.
Lyra was stared straight by him and knew she couldn’t talk too much to him, so
she flew straight up and kicked him.
“Then let’s see if you have the ability to beat me.”
The kidnapper hurriedly extended his right arm to block her kick, and Lyra’s fist
was right in front of him again.
He was completely enraged and let out an angry cry.
“How dare you hit me! Bros! No need to hide. All come out to get her!”
The moment when he finished his words, the already dilapidated door of the
cabin was roughly pushed open.
Four men with black masks broke through the door and rushed toward her with
their fists in the air.
“Just in time. It’s been a long time since I’ve not exercised!”
Lyra rushed forward with great speed and completed a series of sharp kicks in
the air.
In less than five minutes, all five strong men fell to the ground.
Irene, who had been proudly holding the binoculars, dropped her jaw in shock
after seeing the disastrous end of the five men.
“How did this … happen? How can she beat five men by herself! Did you lose on
purpose?”
“Miss, she is definitely not an ordinary person.”
Peter’s face was grave, “The fighting techniques she uses are very similar to the
original jiu-jitsu moves created by the world-renowned Master Kawa Sakuragi. It
looks like they are improved and innovated to form a more suitable fighting
method for herself.”
He paused and continued, “Master Sakuragi has eccentric character. Only has
one apprentice in her life. I heard it’s a man. But look at her, she is likely to be
Sakuragi’s apprentice. The rumor may not be true.”
Being undeterred, Irene asked, “If you do it yourself, will you be able to beat
her?”