After Divorce I Am A Billionaire by Vivian

Chapter 21 Battlefield of Men

A discordant voice in the distance suddenly interrupted them.

And it dissipated the sexual tension between the two.

Keith, with a long face, forcibly pulled the two apart before throwing a punch at Melvin's face.

It was too quick for Melvin to dodge. He grunted in pain, and was forced two steps back by this punch.

He tasted the rustiness and raised his hand to wipe off the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Lyra had been guarded behind Keith. Seeing Melvin being hit, she felt a bit worried at first, but soon satisfaction was written all over her face. She almost clapped her hands and cheered.

That jerk dared bully her. A punch was too merciful to him!

She wanted to see him get beaten up!

"I heard that Mr. Freeman has a new girlfriend already, but you're still pestering your ex-wife. That's inappropriate, right?" Keith gave a half smile, resuming his usual gentlemanly manner, as if he was not the one who just threw a punch.

Melvin stared back at him, even though his face was bruised, he was no inferior to Keith.

"After all, an ex-wife was once a wife, but Mr. Lloyd, who are you to defend my ex-wife?"

He deliberately stressed on the word "my", like a proud lion announcing his ownership, in face of the enemy who coveted his prey.

Just because I'm her brother!

The smile on Keith's face faded away.

But he didn't say it out, as Lyra's grip on his arm tightened.

He grunted, "Mr. Freeman, you're funny. Lyra is an independent individual. She is entitled to choose anyone she likes. What rights do you have to selfishly classify her as your belongings?"

The two stared at each other, neck and neck, no conceding.

They seemed to be fighting with glares, eager to send the other side to hell, but it was too close to call.

One could almost smell the fire and smoke of the battlefield here.

Lyra, however, felt suffocated by it. She was exhausted after a long day of work and just wanted to get this damn fight over with.

"It's late. Tomorrow is still a working day. Mr.

that she was leaving and hurried to pull her

a step forward and stopped him, his eyes flashing with a

and looked at Lyra, "You haven't eaten yet, right? Why don't you join me for dinner tonight

even think about

hungry, no

face was gloomy as hell, but Keith

had

a small victory. Keith provocatively stared at Melvin, but opened

turned her head and saw the two men glowering at each

No,

would take these two

tiredly, "No, I'll drive home myself, just so that

hurriedly got into the

there were still in

to Keith's invitation either, Melvin smirked, "It seems Mr.

him, "I grew up with her, together. I

the words, Melvin's

that, Keith was delighted, "A kind reminder to you. Keep your eyes on the person in front of

Keith walked upstairs with

what happened in the underground parking from the monitor screen back then, so he immediately instructed his men to seal the entrance

Melvin stood straight. Due to the dim light,

at his boss from afar and became more

Lyra Bradley. Didn't he

would it be fair to Miss

was such a good girl, who had been driven abroad by the

But now

sent a text message to Charlotte, telling her briefly

would find a way to get the

"Fred, go!"

then quickly got

and trotted over to the driver's seat and

...

Lyra was lost.

kept showing a weak signal, and she was driving at the most complicated multi-directional forks in

made two turns on the

behind that looked familiar. She suddenly realized

saw the familiar license plate of