After Divorce I Am A Billionaire by Vivian

When Sheila finished, the whole room was shocked.

People's gaze towards Lyra changed instantly.

Cody knew Lyra's real identity. His was instantly infuriated, "Who the hell are you to slander my friend!"

Sheila was jealous and angry when she saw that Cody was still defending Lyra even after what she had said.

Sheila did not dare to offend the young devil of the Carver family, she could only suppress her fury, "Mr. Carver, you've been deceived by this woman. She is best at acting like an innocent angel and seducing men. She used to wheedle my grandfather like that!

"Bullshit! Lyra is..."

The person behind him suddenly pinched his arm so hard that Cody's words came to a screeching halt and he turned his head to look at Lyra.

Lyra slightly furrowed her brow and shook her head, her gaze indicative of something.

Melvin, who had been keeping silent in the crowd, saw the small movements between the two clearly and subconsciously frowned.

Cody, who understood Lyra's hint here, completely stopped talking.

Lyra looked straight at Sheila and snorted, "It seems that the lesson for you last time isn't enough? You still have the strength to come out and speak evil of others."

Sheila's entire body shivered with fear being stared by Lyra like this; she felt like her knees which had just recovered were aching again.

Considering that they were in the public and quite far apart from each other, Sheila thought that Lyra wouldn't dare do anything, so it emboldened her to denounce Lyra loudly.

"How dare you mention last time? You broke into my house and smashed everything because you had your paramour to back you up, and..."

"Sheila Freeman."

Not far away, Melvin called out to her in a calm tone.

Sheila subconsciously shuddered. When her brother called her by her full name, it usually meant that he was really enraged.

She was reluctant, but had to stop talking more about the last time and return to the topic of tonight.

"Hmph, no matter what, this dress on you is fake. Instead of waiting for the truth to be revealed, you might as well admit it directly now!"

Lyra did not speak.

Charlotte on the stage, however, took the microphone and said, "Lyra, if you really like the First Snow by Miss Z, I can send it to you after the party. Today is my special day, I do not want to spoil everyone's mood because of this. I'll let the maid take you down to get a new one first, alright?"

look generous and kind, she also reaffirmed the

saw this and immediately

lady to the

to pull Lyra, who was still standing on the

had believe in consensus that she was wearing the knock-off dress, thus looking at her with contempt

was a member of the Matthews family, while the other was just someone who grew up in an orphanage.

"Wait."

the maid approached, Lyra

the sewing and stitching techniques of each dress are also very unique. Even though the knock-off dress looks like the

are you trying

smiled lightly, looking like a

dress is the authentic one, then

different sides of a woman: gentle, wild, coquettish, pampered, etc. This dance was difficult in the footwork and rhythmic changes. Even if the dancer got slightly distracted, she could

room was

hadn't gotten

her the confidence

she had made enough of a fool of

difficult and intense song, if she was wearing the knock-off dress, with that inferior stitching technique, she

unprecedented scandal in front of so

someone was willing to make a fool of themselves, they

looking at Lyra, and she too was puzzled. What made Lyra so confident that she was

since when did Lyra learn

a thing for the

this bitch really knew how to

Charlotte was nervous.

silent Charlotte, "Miss Matthews, you don't dare? Are you

was a downright provocation. If Charlotte did not accept the challenge, she would

She proposed the battle, so you let

Yes! She almost forgot!

fake dress, so even if she danced well, the dress

insists, then I'll

pinching the hem of her skirt and smiling as

with her attitude and had faith in

dance first, Charlotte chose to go

fool of herself when she danced, and by then, who would be interested in appreciating her own dance?" Charlotte

first to earn a round of

Charlotte instantly looked in