After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 32 No Way She Would Have Herself At A Disadvantage

Mr. Pollard's eyes widened in horror when he saw who was the man.

"Mr. Freeman... What are you doing here?"

Melvin's face was livid and frightening, the veins on his forehead throbbing, and his grip on the collar

tightened, "Which room is she in? What are you going to do to her?"

Mr. Pollard was scared half to death by the man's horrifying glare. He told Melvin everything out of

fright.

Stacy's face also paled with fear, quietly looking for an opportunity to sneak away.

But she was caught by Fred who just arrived.

Melvin left both of them to Fred, "Tie them up, find a room and lock them there. I'll deal with them later."

After saying that, he ran to Lyra's room like he was gonna kill someone.

He had a bad hunch.

That bastard Mr. Pollard told him that Lyra had already been drugged, and fifteen minutes had passed

since then, did she...

His scarlet eyes were gradually tinged with killing intent.

He Pushed open the door of the room violently.

The first thing he saw was a bloody mess, with blood trailing all the way to the small bathroom inside

the private room.

He heard constant groaning of men coming from the bathroom.

Two men!

Melvin was completely infuriated and rushed towards the bathroom, but his eyes inadvertently caught a

glimpse of a leisurely figure not far away.

He fixed his eyes on it.

It was Lyra!

Her exquisite face had put on light makeup. At the moment she was gracefully leaning back in the

chair, her slender fingers tapping on a broken stool leg next to her.

On the tip of the stool leg were a few sharp screws, stained with blood that would dripped to the ground

occasionally. Obviously, it had experienced a fierce battle.

Melvin sized her up twice.

"Are you... really okay?"

Lyra tilted her head and smiled playfully, "What, Mr. Freeman wants something to happen to me?"

Of course not.

When he was about to retort, Lyra continued, "But Mr. Freeman is really well-informed. Did you come

here specially to witness the jaw-dropping scandal of the showbiz?"

"What?"

Melvin was confused.

The bathroom door suddenly opened and two lumps of something squirmed and crawled towards

them.

He took a look.

Not things, but two men who got beaten the shit out of them.

One of them, his face turned morbidly red, wincing, like he was drugged. His hand was covering his

crotch, from where blood was sipping through his fingers.

The other one mournfully covered his behind, also bloodied, his features distorted in pain.

Melvin was slightly startled, yet completely relieved.

Last time he found out that Lyra had a martial art foundation.

Sure enough, she won't let herself be at a disadvantage.

Mr. Harper and Mr. McCormick miserably crawled to the spot two meters away from Lyra, kneeling

there, and they suddenly burst into wailing.

"Your Majesty, it was Mr. Pollard and Stacy's idea... They made me do it! I was forced to do it!"

"Yes, yes! We're really wrong. Please spare us. We dare not do this again..."

Lyra sneered as she took out her phone and opened the profile about the two man which she had

asked some to look up in advance.

"Mark Harper, director of Grandviz, greedy for money and lascivious, has unusual kinks, likes to torture

women. Many female celebrities and female staff in the circle had been abused by you. Accountable

for 5 human lives.

"Woah, John McCormick is even better. Slept with both men and women,accountable for 11 human

lives. Do you really think you deserve mercy?"

The two cried even more after hearing her words.

Their legs were as weak as the melting butter.

"Your Majesty, please forgive us. We've realized our mistakes. And we, we swear we'll never dare to do

it again, or otherwise we'll be damned!"

Lyra elegantly poured herself a glass of red wine, held it in her hand and swirled it slightly.

"Good, since you know you are wrong, then post the video you recorded in the bathroom on Twitter, tell

the public your crime, apologize sincerely to the victims, and be sure to let everyone see clearly how

abhorrent you are! Disgusting!" Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

The two men blanched at her words.

Mr. McCormick immediately shook his head, "No... I can't! I will be removed from the board of directors.

The public will spit on me, and the police will also arrest me. That is still a dead end to me!"

Mr. Harper also pleaded, "Your Majesty, please, mercy! We can promise you everything except this!"

If they are convicted, before the death penalty, they would be beaten and abused by other inmates in

the prison. They dared not imagine that...

Melvin stood there in silence, and as he was listening, his lips slightly curled up.

Lyra was really decisive and ruthless, and she got like countless means to deal with the bad people.

Rather, it was very similar to his way of doing things.

Without waiting for Lyra to speak, he spoke to the two men on the floor with a grim face, "Do as Miss

Carroll says."

The two men humbly looked up at him again.

Before they could open their mouths to beg for mercy, he added, "Or do you want to be taken away by

me and have a taste of my torture as well?"

Lyra was perplexed.

But the two men shuddered at his threat.

They had heard of Melvin's methods of torturing people. That would really be a life worse than death!

Being hung upside down and letting the blood drained from one's body, or cutting a person 3000 times

when the man was still alive...

The two men were even more frightened.

"We'll post it! We'll post the video!"

The two men posted the tweet with shaky hands under Lyra's cold, stern gaze.

Seeing that things were almost done, Lyra massaged her wrist as she had punched someone, got up

and walked straight out of the room, without even looking at Melvin.

Melvin made a call to Fred and followed after her.

Only Mr. Harper and Mr. McCormick were left in the box, clinging to each other, howling in despair.

In less than five minutes, the Internet burst into a commotion.

Fred notified the police to come quickly to arrest them, and the two men were taken away in a police

car before they could howl for two minutes.

They didn't even have time to see how they got roasted on the internet before they were taken out

through the back door of the restaurant by the police and cried until they broke down.

Lyra walked fast, Melvin tried to catch up with her but failed

He looked around the restaurant and eventually saw Lyra in front of the gate.

It was already dark, but the lights in front of the restaurant were bright.

He saw Lyra with her head down and her eyes contentedly looking at the man, Keith, who was

crouching at her feet, tenderly rubbing her sore calves.

Keith was doing his job while looking up at Lyra dotingly, "The kick hurts, doesn't it? Next time you want

to beat someone up, tell me in advance. Why bother doing it yourself."

Lyra giggled, "Haven't got into a fight for a long time so I became a bit rusty at it. This time I finally got a

chance to exercise. It's satisfying"

Melvin was frozen in place.

He found this scene such an eyesore

Keith finished massaging her calves and then took off his blazer, wrapping the petite person in it, while

taking her to the car.

As he closed the car door, he stared back at Melvin with a cold, warning gaze.

The Rolls-Royce then took off.

Melvin stared at the direction the two left, with a stirring of emotions in his chest, oddly enough.

The scene of Keith rubbing Lyra's legs kept flashing across his mind, and he couldn't let go of it for a

long time.

Fred came out of the restaurant and saw his boss standing there blankly, and alone, not knowing what

he was thinking.

"Boss? What's wrong with you?"

Melvin returned to his senses, his gaze still tinged with displeasure, "What is it?"

"Mark and John have been taken away. As for the two upstairs, what do you intend to do with them?"

Melvin thought for a moment, and the scene just now popped up in his mind once again. He said

impassively, "Just let them go."

"Huh? That's all?"

Fred was stunned. He had gone through a lot of troubles to drag them into the small dark

room.