After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 32

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!"