After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 112

After Wesley finished in front of Lyra, he sighed deeply and walked out of the president's office with his hands behind his back. He was exasperated and without looking back.

When he was completely out of the Freeman group, he changed his face from a sad frown to a relaxed and happy smile.

Meanwhile in the office.

Lyra turned her head to Melvin and saw that the corners of his mouth were slightly puffy and the thumbprint on the left side of his face was clearly visible.

His handsome face that can be viewed every day, was beaten like this by Wesley.

Sooner or later, she'll have to kill that old fox!

"Does it hurt?"

She cupped his chin and observed his injuries.

Melvin had no expression and did not answer. His face was as calm as if he was not the one being beaten.

Lyra saw him and got angry, viciously pinching the flesh on the left side of his face.

Melvin tightened his eyebrows and averted his face in pain, trying to avoid her clutches.

Finally his expression was different. She thought he couldn't feel the pain.

Lyra's face was not good, "It seems you know the pain. Why you did not dodge when Wesley slapped you? Don't tell me you didn't have time to react!"

If she did not protect him, with his current physical fitness, can he resist a few blows?

Melvin pursed the corners of his mouth, but asked her rhetorically, "Where were you the day Grandpa died?"

Lyra locked eyes with him and saw his dark eyes.

Was this a case of believing Wesley and suspecting that she really killed old Freeman?

She didn't lie, "Right before old Freeman died. The last person he saw was me."

"What did he say to you?"

Lyra was silent for a moment.

In fact, old Freeman asked her to help guard the Freeman group.

The old Freeman also said, "Good girl, Melvin is high-minded, but he is very dedicated. If he finds you good, in love with you, he will be willing to give everything to you. You have to promise me. Help me take good care of him. Do not divorce."

She missed her appointment on this one.

She spent three years to let him fall in love with her and now she did not care.

So keeping the Freeman group was her last promise to old Freeman.

Seeing her lost in thought, Melvin narrowed his dark eyes and asked again, "What exactly did he say?"

Lyra resumed her seat on the couch, and the usual coldness returned to her eyes.

"I don't want to tell you."

The tone was a bit provocative.

The anger under Melvin's eyes flashed.

She hooked her lips and continued, "What? You think I got old Freeman killed, too?"

Melvin was silent and his expression was serious, "No, you wouldn't."

It seemed he hadn't fallen for it?

He was not too stupid.

Her anger subsided quite a bit, and when she looked up she saw he standing mute. The left half of her swollen face was very incongruous, destroying the beauty of the original handsome face.

He needed to be taught, but this little face was very pleasing to the eye.

She reached out from the bottom of the coffee table drawer to take out the spare small medical kit and pushed it to him, "It's ugly. There's ice in the small refrigerator in the corner there. Take it and put it on yourself."

"Okay."

Melvin didn't push back, fetching ice and sitting on the couch to skillfully apply the medicine.

Lyra walked to her desk and started working.

The bodyguard and Jackie went out with good sense, closing the door behind them.

The office was instantly left with the sound of keyboard tapping and the occasional sound from Melvin's medication, and the atmosphere was a bit eerie.

Other than that, no one was the first to speak up.

This atmosphere lasted for almost an hour and a half until Jackie knocked on the door again.