After Divorce I Am A Billionaire

Chapter 36

Chapter 36 Can't Wait to Take Her Down

"Bitch! You're a siren!"

Irene was furious that this bitch had seduced Keith in front of her, Keith's real fiancée!

She followed him from Suham to Frayton, not to mention how much effort she had put in getting engaged to him in the first place.

How many women in the world could love a man like she did for Keith!

But Keith always refused to see her, and let Jalen use various excuses to brush her off. This time, again, he said he was busy, but his so-called "busy" was busy having lunch with this bitch?

The more Irene thought about it, the angrier she became. Underneath her delicate makeup was a fierce face. She glared at Lyra viciously and raised her hand to slap her.

Lyra didn't duck, but just waited there without moving.

However.

Irene's hand didn't even get to touch a strand of Lyra's hair before it was clutched.

Jalen clamped her wrist tightly and his tone was serious, "Miss Frazier, this is Angle Group. You can't use violence here. Please behave yourself."

Irene tried to pull her hand back, but her strength was no match for Jalen's.

She was furious, "Let go! This kind of shameless bitch deserves a good beating. If you get in my way again, I'll beat you too!"

Jalen's face gradually turned sullen, and his hand did not let go. "Miss Frazier, Mr. Lloyd is inside. Are you trying to make a scene and force him to come out and see you behaving like a shrew?"

A shrew?

She was the Miss Frazier of Suham, born with a silver spoon. She couldn't have her image ruined in front of Keith.

Seeing that she gradually regained her senses and her anger subsided, Jalen withdrew his hand.

At the thought that this woman could restrain herself even if she was in rage, Lyra couldn't help snickering.

"I've heard long ago that Miss Frazier is a fiery and domineering person who can go as far as throwing caution to the wind." Lyra tsked, shook her head, and continued, "Today, I only see that you're a coward, and that's all."

"Shut up!"

Irene was simply furious, resisting the urge to go up and tear her apart. In the end, she could only watch Lyra enter the elevator in a breezy manner and disappear completely from sight.

But Irene was unable to pacify herself.

What makes this bitch think she could provoke her like that?

She wouldn't deserve to be a Frazier if she didn't send this bitch to hell!

Gradually, she calmed down. A name suddenly flashed across her mind

….

It was the first time that Irene ever visited a detention house. She was here to meet a woman. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

A few moments later, a woman wearing a blue uniform, with disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes, was led by police officers to the visiting room.

Even through the glass, Irene was shocked and subconsciously covered her nose, talking with disgust, "Stacy, it's only been a few days. Why are you in such a mess?"

Stacy licked her dry lips and stared at Irene with hatred, "If it weren't for your eagerness to cut ties with me, would I be like this?"

Just two days ago, Stacy begged the police to approach Irene; she wanted Irene to help bail her out. But instead of helping her, Irene passed the whole buck to her and even bribed someone to speed up her trial!

Tomorrow, she would be transferred to prison, not knowing if she would have a chance to see the sun again in this life.

She thought Lyra Lloyd was her enemy, but in fact Irene was the demon who pushed her into hell.

Irene frowned, her hand still covering her nose. She talked to Stacy behind the two layers of glass through a microphone.

"I had no other choice. My family accidentally found out about it, and they wouldn't allow my reputation to be tarnished, so I could only sacrifice you.

"But don't worry. I'll buy off the people here to ensure that you can have a better life in the future, but in exchange, you must tell me everything you know about Lyra."

Irene smiled in self-assurance, "How about that? It's a good deal, right?"

But to her surprise, Stacy suddenly burst into a guffaw, even to the point of pounding the table in excitement.

Irene was baffled, "Is that funny?"

Trying to get her future sister-in-law killed.

Isn't that funny?

But Stacy didn't say this; she hated Lyra, but she also hated Irene.

How could she see the two of them getting along in the future?

"You just can't wait to take her down?"

The creepy smile on her face, with the messy dry hair and bloodshot eyes, made her look like a ghost from a haunted asylum in the horror movie.

Irene steadied herself before saying, "Of course. But you also want her dead too, right?"

"Well, then, I'll tell you." Stacy grinned as she whispered to the receiver, "Her backer is not to be mess with. You may not stand a chance if you go against her directly. But I know she has been divorced once, so maybe you can start with that."

Irene sounded excited, "Good. Don't worry. I'll help you get revenge on Lyra!"

After she finished, she got up and left without looking back.

Stacy stared at her curvy figure, the smile on her face looked even more insane.

It was just a pity that she wouldn't be able to see their fight!

Once out, Irene couldn't wait to make a call, "Find out who Lyra's ex-husband is. I want every single detail, and be quick."

After waiting for half an hour, a document was sent to her phone.

She clicked on it and her knitted brows were finally smoothened. Her eyes fixed on a certain name and the corner of her lips lifted, "Charlotte Matthews?"

...

At the President's office, Freeman group,.

Melvin's hand rested on his temple and his eyes were slightly closed.

Fred stood straight in front respectfully and reported the Freeman Manor's situation to him.

"The day before yesterday, Young Lady Sheila made a protest, while the security guards dared not let her get out. These two days, she has been extra quiet and well-behaved. She only made a few phone calls to Miss Matthews, but Miss Matthews did not answer..."

Melvin opened his eyes as Fred's last few words caught his attention.

"Why didn't Lottie answer her call?"

Sheila had been good friends with Charlotte and they often called each other. But ever since Lyra went to take revenge on the Freeman Manor, Charlotte did not once mention Sheila in front of him.

Melvin frowned slightly.

Fred explained, "Maybe... Miss Matthews was just busy and didn't hear Lady Sheila's call."

It was normal not to answer someone's call once in a while, but for several times in a row...

What was Charlotte trying to avoid?

Something was off.

He got up, his face solemn. "Haven't seen Lottie in days. I'll go to her apartment."

Fred stood still, "Miss Matthews doesn't seem to be in the apartment. She's out."

Out?

Forget it, maybe he was overthinking it.

Melvin sat back in his office chair. Fred looked at the dark circles under his eyes, and he couldn't help asking, "Boss, you haven't rested well recently? You don't seem too well."

Melvin rubbed his temples, a bit fretful.

Recently, he was still living in the villa, and every time he went back, no matter how late it was, he kept thinking of Lyra.

There she was mopping the floor in her apron, and smiling at him when she saw him.

There in the garden, she was bending down sweeping the leaves.

And there she was in bed that night...

All these made him sleepless at night. Even when he got up to pour himself a glass of water, he would recall the scene of Keith gently rubbing Lyra's calves at the gate of the restaurant.

"Boss?"