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After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 26

The more she said, the weaker her voice became, but the stronger the hatred in her eyes. However, seemed to have no courage to open that door to confirm it.

"Just come in and see for yourself."

Lyra shrugged unconcernedly, jerked the door fully open and pointed to where Melvin had just been standing, "Man, right there!"

Charlotte's heart skipped a beat.

Following the direction where Lyra was pointing to, she found no one there apart from the wall.

"Is this a prank?"

She glared at Lyra with malice in her eyes.

Lyra also froze.

The man was standing right there just now. Did he have some superpowers that she was unaware of?

Charlotte was observing Lyra's expression. She still felt it suspicious, so she shoved Lyra aside in anger, pushing open every door of each cubicle to take a closer look.

Lyra was standing right behind her, also looking at where Melvin was hiding.

After checking all the cubicles, their eyes coincidentally fell on the last cubicle that was not completely closed.

Charlotte took a deep breath and thrust the door open!

Empty.

Lyra, however, turned to look at the open window on the right side of the cubicle and understood exactly what happened.

She couldn't help laughing when she imagined the scene that the president of Freeman Group was forced to flee through the window .

Charlotte was confused by Lyra's amused expression, and her doubt rose again.

"If you were the only one in the restroom, what was that phone ringing earlier?"

Lyra waved her hand and did not answer.

Meaning, let Charlotte guess for herself.

Charlotte looked at her angrily and threatened, "Lyra, you and Melvin no longer have any relationship. I'm warning you. Stay away from him. If I find out you're still trying to seduce him, I won't let you off the hook!"

Lyra smiled as she listened, not intimidated at all, "I never look back and cry over something I've abandoned. But if you piss me off, I don't mind taking away everything you want, including the man."

"Shut up!"

Charlotte was deterred by the coldness in Lyra's eyes, and failed to refute her for the moment.

Before Lyra left, she glanced back at Charlotte again and spoke sarcastically, "By the way, keep your man in check and tell him not to mess with me again, because both you and he disgust me."

"Bitch!"

Charlotte was furious, but there was nothing she could do about it. She was frustrated about why those people didn't get Lyra last night.

She stomped her feet in indignation, washed her hands and came out of the restroom.

"Lottie."

She had just taken two steps when a familiar voice behind her called out to her.

Charlotte turned around and saw that it was Melvin walking out of the men's restroom with a calm and relaxed face. She could finally rest assured.

Maybe she was too flustered back that she misheard it, while the bell might have come from the men's restroom?

"Melvin, did you hear what I just said in the hallway?"

Melvin nodded, "Hmm."

Charlotte instantly blushed. She didn't want to leave a bad impression in Melvin's heart with her screaming just now.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault. I just thought it was you in the ladies' room and that's why I lost control of my emotions. I'll never suspect you again and I won't definitely yell again."

Melvin didn't say anything and looked at her with questioning gaze.

When he saw a faint dark circles under her eyes, he suddenly remembered that last night, she came to him late at night; he refused to see her, so she stood in front of the house for almost half the night, and talked about what had happened years ago.

Although he felt somewhat threatened, he still agreed to her engagement request out of a man's commitment.

Nevertheless...

Somewhere along the way, Charlotte seemed to be more and more like a strange person to him; sometimes he even doubted that whether she was the blithesome girl years ago.

"Lottie, you seem to have changed a lot in the few years you've been abroad."

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