After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 212

She sat right next to the tombstone with her head gently leaning against his stone, as if she were leaning into his arms.

"During this time, Sheila is much better behaved. I have let her enter the group to start learning. You gave me all the shares, but I no longer have the desire to manage the group. When she can handle the project independently, I plan to take off my hands step by step."

"Mel, I've been so bored without you spilling your guts to me every day."

"Recently I always dreamed of you. In the dream you told me you were not dead. You said you were deliberately lying to me, but actually wanted to see if you were important in my heart or not ... if only, it was true."

Her voice was soft.

Two crystal tears slid down to the cheeks.

She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his cold stone, as if she was hugging his strong waist and snuggling into his arms to sleep.

...

Fifteen and Seventeen was sent by Lyra to wait in a pavilion fifty meters outside the cemetery, a position where they could not see inside the cemetery.

Seeing that it'd been an hour, their own lady actually hadn't come out yet.

Fifteen couldn't sit still and went straight to the cemetery with an umbrella.

Just approaching, he was slightly touched by the scene in front of him.

Lyra was leaning against the stone as if she was asleep.

She did not have an umbrella. Her head and body were covered with snow. However, she didn't look miserable but with a different kind of bleak beauty.

Fifteen knew that she had actually always cared for Melvin in her heart, but she was just unwilling to admit her feelings.

Unfortunately, Melvin was already dead and it was too late to say more.

Chad also left and said goodbye to some of their bodyguards, saying that he would never return to Frayton.

Fifteen sighed softly and missed the days when they used to play cards together before.

He stopped dwelling on the memory and quickly ran forward to give Lyra an umbrella and help her brush off the snow that was still on her body.

"Miss, it's getting late. Let's go back. Don't you have to check Miss Freeman's progress this afternoon?"

Lyra slowly opened her eyes, said nothing, and left the cemetery without a word.

Back to Freeman's Group.

Sheila was already standing in the office waiting in a disciplined manner.

Because the heating was on inside, Lyra took off her coat and walked straight to her chair and sat down.

Sheila fearfully handed her the proposal she had spent all night writing.

Lyra took it expressionlessly, looked it over carefully, and used a pen stained with red ink to draw circles while pronouncing a cruel sentence.

"Here is wrong. This sentence is written in a complicated and incomprehensible way. I said the words in the business plan must be concise and easy to understand. And here is a typo. You have to check again for several times. Don't be perfunctory ..."

The more she heard, the colder Sheila's heart became.

She compressed her lips and consciously spread her hands out, "I know. I will pay more attention next time. You can punish me now."

Lyra gave her a very curious look. Sheila was bowing her head, staring at her toes and gulping in confusion.

At the sound of Lyra opening the drawer, Sheila stiffened and closed her eyes, waiting for the sharp pain.

However, there was no pain as expected.

She opened her eyes suspiciously and found that Lyra had placed a chocolate candy in her hand.

"I'm not beating you today. It's the first time you learn to take the initiative to admit punishment. Very good. This is a reward for you."

"Really?"

Sheila was overjoyed to hear for the first time that she didn't have to be beaten, and when she looked at Lyra, she instantly felt that she was much pleasing.

"Thanks Lyra! That's very kind of you! I'll be sure to learn more!"

"Well, you can leave now."

Sheila happily took the candy and left.

Lyra looked at her back and shook her head helplessly.

She had never raised a child. As she was the youngest daughter in the family, she actually had little experience in educating Sheila.

She may not see it, but she ought to hear about it.