After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 167

Along with this shot, a sudden stabbing pain came from his body.

It was not the heart, but the right arm.

He opened his eyes and looked down to find a bloodstain left on his white shirt from a bullet that had grazed his arm.

The shouting behind them suddenly stopped.

He looked back and found Charlotte still maintaining her pose with her teeth and claws open to attack him. Her expression gradually changed from fierceness to numbness. Her heart was pierced by a bullet.

The blood was like a blooming poppy, staining her dress red.

Charlotte froze, and after seeing the blood on her chest, her face turned pale, and soon both eyes rolled over. And she fell to the ground unconsciously.

A rhythmic and powerful applause came from outside the door.

Anthony looked at Lyra with praise in his eyes, "Lyra, you are too modest. Although you haven't used a gun for so many years, your technique is still very accurate, really worthy of my teaching."

Lyra threw the revolver in her hand, and her face was cold in the dim light of the hut's kerosene lamp. She did not answer him at all.

Melvin was still standing in place, staring at Anthony.

Anthony laughed sarcastically. It was not sure if he was laughing at Melvin or himself, "You win. Just now we played a game. I let Lyra choose between you and this woman. You came to the suburbs so late behind her back to date an old lover. She can still choose you. You make me envy you."

"Game?"

Melvin suddenly felt disappointed and there was coldness around his body.

He pursed his thin lips and wrinkled his brows at Lyra.

Lyra didn't look at him, but stared at Charlotte who had fallen to the ground, and spoke to Anthony, "Is that what you want to see? Is it fun?"

"Not fun, because I upset you."

Anthony concealed his despondency and his voice was lively, "Lyra, you are still young. It’s understandable that you want a good-looking little pet, but I can also be your pet. I can accompany you as long as you want to play or act. There is an affection between us for so many years. Am I not affectionate than this man?"

Melvin's brow knitted tighter, keenly noting his phrase "affection".

Both men's eyes were on Lyra's body.

Lyra looked straight ahead without looking at either of them, turned around and walked out of the hut, "It's late. I'm tired, and since the game was requested by Master Callahan, I'll leave the aftermath of Charlotte to Master Callahan to handle on his own."

She took a few steps out, didn't see someone follow and reminded, "Not following? Are you trying to go back with your feet?"

Melvin rushed to follow at a trot.

As he passed by Anthony, his and Anthony's eyes met coldly, each in intense disgust.

On the car back to Seaside Villa, the atmosphere was extremely embarrassed and no one was the first to speak to break the silence.

Melvin craned his head cautiously and glanced at Lyra.

She was looking out the window. Her face was expressionless and her eyes were cold. No one knew what she was thinking about.

The streetlight gave a dim glow to her side face, reflecting her stunningly beautiful face into his heart.

Tonight, it was learned that Lyra was only aiming at Charlotte with the gun, not him, so there was still a glimmer of gratitude in his heart.

But at this moment, Lyra was obviously not too happy, driving Fifteen even dare not move.

Melvin made a tentative move and gently tugged on her cuff.

Lyra did not react, still looking out of the car window.

Melvin coughed lightly twice and sounded slightly bitter, "Lyra, I'm hurt ..."

The answer to his question was silence.

"You hurt me."