Após o Divórcio Me Tornei Uma Bilionária Capítulo 68

“Na casa de Keith?”
Irene sentou-se em sua cama em estado de choque ao se sentir bem acordada.
“Esclareça sua história. Como Abigail se envolve com ele?”
“Você esqueceu? Desde que Lyra e Melvin se divorciaram, ela e Keith são muito
próximos. Embora Melvin tenha transferido Seaside Villa para ela, ela não mora
lá e não conseguimos descobrir onde ela mora.”
“O que você quer dizer com isso?” Irene franziu a testa.
“Não é óbvio o suficiente o que quero dizer?” Charlotte revirou os olhos, “Isso
significa que ela provavelmente está morando com Keith! Não há sinal de Abigail
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em todo o Frayton, então é provável que Lyra a esteja escondendo na villa de
Keith!”
Depois de pensar sobre isso, Irene sentiu que Charlotte tinha razão e
imediatamente enviou alguém para verificar.
Desligando o telefone, Charlotte o deixou de lado, aborrecida, e recostou-se na
cama para esperar sua mensagem.
Abigail não morreu, mas tornou-se um vegetal. O fato foi como um espinho em
seu coração.
Não importa o quão orgulhosa ela estivesse na frente das pessoas, a presença
de Abigail sempre a lembrava de sua identidade como filha ilegítima.
Depois de se tornar a herdeira do Grupo Matthews, ela estava procurando uma
oportunidade para consertar Abigail, mas Katelyn estava observando muito de
perto e nunca deixou a ala.
Ela não conseguia encontrar um momento certo para fazê-lo.
Mas enquanto Abigail ainda estiver viva neste mundo, sua posição como
herdeira do Grupo Matthews não estará segura.
Ela inevitavelmente será comparada com Abigail pelo mundo exterior.
This time, Abigail’s disappearance was a great opportunity, and she must take
advantage of it to get rid of the two most obstructive people!
The sky was gradually bright, and the early morning sunlight was spilling over
every corner, gently waking up the city.
Charlotte looked out the window at the increasingly bright sky and grew more
and more anxious.
The phone rang. She took the phone as soon as she could, quickly unlocked the
phone and connected, “How is it? Any news?”
“Although it is not certain if Abigail must be at Keith’s villa, the people sent there
said that the villa bodyguards have nearly tripled in number. The villa is heavily
guarded, which is very suspicious.”
“So what do we do now? Even if the Matthews Group and the Frazier Group are
powerful and influential, there’s no way we would mess with Keith, let alone on
his domain.”
Charlotte was deflated.
She was now at a loss for words and had no idea what to do.
“I have my own arrangement. Don’t need you to care much.”
Before Charlotte could answer, Irene hung up the phone and threw it aside with
force.
Keith’s attitude towards her had been cold, but he pampered Lyra who suddenly
appeared, so she was very upset.
The thought that Lyra and Abigail might both be at his house made her became
extremely jealous.
The more Irene thought about it, the angrier she got. She decided to go to Keith’s
villa and found out herself while he was out.
“Don’t sleep. Hurry up and get up!”
Irene woke up Peter, who was still asleep, with a phone call.
“I’m going to Keith’s place this morning. Make arrangements for me immediately.
If you make any mistakes, I’ll hold you accountable.”
Peter rubbed his drowsy eyes and was tempted to retort that he was only a
bodyguard and should let her assistant do these things, but finally he answered
resentfully, “Yes.”
…
Fred completed the task given by Charlotte and took an early flight from the
neighbor city back to Frayton immediately after the flight arrived.
To avoid Melvin’s detection, he turned back to his apartment and decided to take
a shower before clocking in at the office.
He parked the car into the garage, opened the door gently, and before he could
close it tightly, he saw a figure sitting on the sofa smoking.
Turning his head, he found it was Melvin.
Under the rising smoke, his face was sullen.
The two men looked at each other and Fred was flustered, trying his best to
prevent his face from looking suspicious.
As his assistant, Fred’s residence was also under his personal arrangements, so
Melvin knew very clearly the door opening code.
“Boss, what can I do for you?”
Fred tried to maintain his composure and put down the bag in his hand, “You can
call me directly if you need anything, so why make a trip yourself. It’s still early.
You haven’t had breakfast yet, have you? Do you want me to prepare it for you?”
“Where have you been?”
Melvin ignored the barrage of questions he asked. The cigarette in his long
fingers was extinguished in the ashtray. His icy eyes were like a sharp sword to
pierce him through.
Fred pretended to be relaxed and replied, “I don’t thinkEu deveria ficar sempre
no escritório. Quero me exercitar mais, mas geralmente não tenho tempo. Tenho
medo de atrasar meu trabalho, então aproveitei para dar uma corrida in the
morning.”
“É assim mesmo?”
Melvin’s sharp gaze fell on him. His long leg stretched oute dobrado sobre o
outro. Seus dedos apoiados no encosto do sofá batiam deliberadamente em um
painted solid wood trim.
With this alone, Fredsenti um powerful and oppressive force.
He could only reply stiffly,”É tudo sobre isso, chefe. Acabei de fazer um exercício
matinal. Você don’t think much about it.”
“Fred,você me decepciona tanto much.”
A hint of exhaustionpassou pelo rosto de Melvin: “Você realmente think I don’t
know anything?”
Fred subconsciously shook his head, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Charlotte’s phone tap was lifted and it was you who pretended to be me… What
did you do last night when you were out of Frayton?”
Melvin stopped talking nonsense to him and his hawk-like eyes stared straight at
him.
“Could it be that … you have long been on guard against me?!”
Those few words seemed like a bolt from the blue.
Fred knelt down in front of him with a thud, “Boss, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have
crossed the line. Please punish me!”
“You left Frayton last night. Where did you go? What did you do? Answer me.”
Melvin suppressed his anger, got up and walked over to him, looking at him
condescendingly. His words were carrying a warning.
“This is your last chance. You know what happens when you disobey me.”
Fred fell into silence.
After a few moments, he gritted his teeth and gathered the courage to raise his
head to look at Melvin.
“Boss, don’t you think you are overdoing it? Miss Matthews is your fiancee, but
you don’t care about her.”
Melvin did not expect him to accuse him instead, frowning slightly.
“You are so defensive about Lyra, but you don’t care about your fiancee. You
transferred the villa to Lyra and let Miss Matthews live in an apartment
elsewhere. Is this what a qualified fiance would do? Miss Matthews was framed
and badly injured by Lyra, and you actually didn’t defend for her.”
Fred finished in one breath, staring straight into Melvin’s cold face.
“Finished?”
Melvin fiddled with his wristwatch and Fred’s words didn’t make him overreact,
“I’m going to ask you one last time. What were you doing out of Frayton? Is it
something to do with Lyra?”
Fred had been working with Melvin for many years and knew his various habitual
actions very well.
He knew Melvin was restraining his anger.
Even if he kept his mouth shut and said nothing, Melvin would have sent
someone to find out all this, and simply took all the responsibility on himself.
“Lyra, she’s dead! I hijacked the plane she was on last night. She jumped out
mid-flight. She hurt Miss Matthews. You can tolerate her, but I can’t!”