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.

that she was leaving and hurried

a step forward and stopped him, his eyes

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

even think

no dinner,

was gloomy as hell, but

little princess had

provocatively stared at Melvin, but opened his

turned her head and saw the two men glowering at each

was speechless. No, not again

wished God would take these two men away and

drive home myself, just so that I can familiarize myself with

into the Santana and quickly

there were still

smirked, "It seems Mr. Lloyd still doesn't

askance at him, "I grew up with her, together. I know her better

the words, Melvin's face

the person in front of him you,

walked upstairs with Jalen at a

he had seen what happened in the underground parking from the monitor screen back then, so he immediately instructed his men to seal the entrance of the lowest floor, not allowing any employees to be there.

to the dim light, his expression also

his boss from afar

went tit-for-tat with Keith Lloyd for Lyra Bradley. Didn't he realize how

be fair to

by the old Freeman and gone

But now he turned a cold shoulder to her. It was just too

sent a text message to Charlotte, telling

Matthews would find a way to

"Fred, go!"

suddenly came to mind, shouted and then quickly got into the car, waiting for Fred to come over

trotted over to the driver's seat

...

Lyra was lost.

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

two turns on

familiar. She suddenly

she saw the familiar license