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.

a working day. Mr. Lloyd, Mr. Freeman,

she was leaving and hurried to pull

stopped him, his eyes flashing with

in front of him, so he just smiled and looked at Lyra, "You haven't eaten yet, right? Why

didn't even

no dinner, no

gloomy as hell, but Keith snorted

had such a

at Melvin, but opened his mouth to ask Lyra, "Rara, it's getting

head and saw the two men glowering at each

No, not again

wished God would take these two men away

just so that I can familiarize myself with

into the Santana and

there were still in

invitation either, Melvin smirked, "It seems Mr. Lloyd still doesn't know my

with her, together.

the words, Melvin's face

person in front of him you, and stop

upstairs with Jalen at

so he immediately instructed his men to seal the entrance of the lowest floor,

garage, Melvin stood straight. Due to

from afar and

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

be fair to Miss

girl, who had been driven abroad by the old Freeman and gone through numerous

But now he turned a cold

about this angrily and he sent a text message to Charlotte, telling her briefly about what

hoped that Miss Matthews would find a way to get the president's heart back

"Fred, go!"

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

over to the driver's

...

Lyra was lost.

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

made two turns on the

She suddenly realized that the car had

the rearview mirror, she saw the familiar license plate of the