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.

saw that she was leaving and

and stopped him, his eyes

Keith's territory, Melvin couldn't go over the top in front of him, so he just smiled and looked at Lyra, "You haven't eaten yet, right? Why don't you join me for dinner tonight and have

even

hungry, no dinner, no

hell,

princess had

got a small victory. Keith provocatively stared at Melvin, but opened his mouth to ask Lyra, "Rara, it's getting dark. Shall I take

the two men glowering

No, not

wished God would take these two men

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

hurriedly got into the Santana

two men there were still in the

Keith's invitation either, Melvin smirked, "It seems Mr. Lloyd still doesn't

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

words, Melvin's face changed

was delighted, "A kind reminder to you. Keep your eyes on the person in front of him you, and stop coveting the person you've lost and can never

that, Keith walked upstairs with

monitor screen back then, so he immediately instructed his men to seal the entrance of the lowest floor, not allowing any employees

the garage, Melvin stood straight. Due to the dim light,

looked at his boss from afar and became more and more

Lyra Bradley. Didn't he realize how much he

would it be fair to

was such a good girl, who had been driven abroad by the old Freeman and gone through

her. But now he turned a cold shoulder to her. It

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 again after

"Fred, go!"

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

trotted over to the driver's seat and

...

Lyra was lost.

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

already made two turns

that looked familiar. She suddenly realized that the car had been

the familiar license plate