After divorce I am a billionaire

On each banner there was a sentence, and the upper one read, "STEW IN YOUR OWN JUICE." The lower one said, "SHOOT YOURSELF IN THE FOOT." The meaning was obvious! Charlotte was so angry that her eyes were flaming intense hatred and her whole body began to ache.

Jamie's face also turned sullen after reading it.

Only Katelyn couldn't help snickering, feeling extremely satisfied.

However, when she laughed, the two people in the ward instantly turned their eyes to her, and Charlotte's face even turned purple from anger.

Katelyn's smile froze and she hurriedly adjusted her expression.

"Ahem, this woman was outrageous. She clearly doesn't respect we Matthews family. Honey, if you don't teach her a lesson, there's no telling what she'll do that's even more shocking!" Just as she spoke, there was a knock on the door of the ward.

Aman in overalls gently pushed open the door and asked, "Excuse me, is this Miss Charlotte Matthews’ ward?" The three in the ward looked at each other and Katelyn asked, "What's wrong?" "We have a delivery from Miss Carroll. Beautiful flowers specially prepared for Miss Matthews." After saying that, the man waved his hand to someone behind him.

Immediately after, a group of staff carried a bunch of funeral wreaths into the ward under the Matthews’ suspicious gaze.

Soon, the whole VIP room was filled to capacity.

The whole thirty-two wreaths were placed in front of Charlotte.

"This...you guys are too..." Katelyn tried to say something else, but Jamie gave her a furious glare, so she had to cover her mouth with resentment.

The flower delivery staff completed their task and bowed politely, "Please take your tto enjoy, and we look forward to seeing you next time." She had been wished to be dead, so how could there be a next time? She got roasted by Lyra! Charlotte's heart was about to explode due to anger.

"Get out! Get out..." She had the impulsion to throw these wreaths into the faces of those people, but she had just undergone surgery and could not move her body, so she could only stare in anger.

That bitch! She had gone too far! She sent her banners to mock her for stewing in her own juice, send the wreaths to imply that she was asking for death! That was way over the line! "Bitch! Bitch! Throw them out, all of them. Cough cough..." Her lungs are going to explode from rage. But before she could calm herself down, she saw clearly the photo in the middle of the wreath.

It was the photo of her being embarrassed in her ripped dress ripped at the party, taken by Lyra.

How harsh! Memories of her embarrassment at the party and her being ridiculed across the intewere instantly evoked.

"Arrrggg! I'll kill you!" Under the thick bandages, she gritted her teeth ferociously, and she passed out on the spot.

Lyra did not choose to leave the hospital through the main entrance, but through the security corridor. She had just reached the corridor when her wrist was clutched from behind.

It was Melvin who followed all the way up.

When the two bodyguards saw this, they immediately wanted to make a move.

Stopped by Lyra, "No, you two can go have a rest, but don't go far." After the two bodyguards left, Lyra flung off Melvin's hand and rubbed her wrist casually, "Go on." Melvin frowned, and his face sullen. But the first thing he asked was not about Charlotte.

"What's the relationship between those two men and you? Bodyguards? Whose men are they, Keith, or Cody?" The more Lyra listened, the more confused she was. This man followed her all the way here just to ask this? Though puzzled, she joked, "They're mine." They were hers? Lover? And two! Melvin's face turned livid and his anger intensified, "Do you know what you are doing! Do you know what it means to be decent?" This wasn't decent? Lyra laughed, "Did you forgot that we are divorced, and my business is none of your business! What are you so jealous about?" "Who said | was jealous." He choked.

In this case, he really was in no position to control her.

Without finding a way to retort, Melvin had to change the subject, "What did you mean with that text message last night?" "What text message?" Melvin stared into her eyes, as if to see whether she was lying.

"Was it you that had planned this? Having someone beat and almost raped Lottie?" Lyra laughed and raised her eyes to meet his; a smile suddenly played over her lips.

"What do you think?" She turned around and left. Her figure looked proud and dashing. She dropped a few more words while walking. "Pay more attention to your fiancée. She lacks psychological endurance. | gather she won't be feeling good right now." Melvin wanted to catch up, but was stopped by two bodyguards.

"Boss." Fred happened to be looking for him, with a somewhat solemn look on his face.

Melvin stopped chasing after Lyra. He went to the empty smoking room on the fifth floor.

"This matter is very strange. When our people just started the investigation, the other side had all the evidence destroyed, like they've seen this coming long ago. We found no useful clues so far..." He paused and suddenly looked away, as if he was hesitating to say something bad.

Melvin took a puff and glanced at him, suggesting that he could continue.

Fred could only brace himself to say it, "Keith Lloyd of Angle Group and Cody Carver, they both seemed to have this ability to have the evidence quickly destroyed without being discovered by our people... and these two are close to Miss Carroll..." The implication was that Lyra was the suspect.

Melvin narrowed his eyes slightly.

When he asked Lyra about the text message just now, her expression seemed to suggest that she really didn't know.

But then he asked if she had planned what happened to Charlotte, and she looked like she was in the know.

Melvin put out his cigarette, "This matter is not that simple.” "But..." Fred said under protest, "Maybe things are that simple and you're just too biased toward one side, Boss?" Melvin stared up at him coldly.

Fred hurriedly drooped his head in silence.

"If Lottie and Lyra's situations were switched today, which side would you be on?" Fred barely hesitated before he answered, "Of course I'll choose Miss Matthews. She is so kind and innocent. It's impossible that she would do such vicious things. But Lyra, I've seen a few times how she dealt with those who offended her." Melvin's brow was furrowed tighter as he examined him, "So you think Lottie..." "Don't worry, Boss, | only have respect for Miss Matthews. She's your fiancée, which is why I'm defending her." Fred hurriedly explained before Melvin finished his sentence.

After explaining, he quickly lowered his head again with a respectful attitude.

Melvin just kept his poker face, staring at Fred fixedly, when his eyes seemed able to see through the heart.

Fred was so nervous under his stare that he drooped his head even lower.

"Go check on whom Lottie had contacted via phone calls and texts. And the thing | asked you to investigate last time, | want the results within three days.

Fred clenched his fists.

Miss Matthews was obviously a victim, but Boss still wanted to investigate her. How cruel.

Although he was very reluctant inwardly, he still nodded obediently, "Yes." As soon as Fred left, Melvin dialed another number.

His tone was very serious, "Jay, there are a few things that | need you to look into."