After Divorce I Am A Billionaire by Vivian

It was a girl's voice.

"Shut up if you don't want to die." The scar-faced man was holding a dagger against the girl's cheek.

The other man, with one foot stepping on her chest, laughed wickedly.

The girl was so frightened that she could only nod in cooperation.

Seeing her gave up struggling, the two were even more pleased, "Babe, we haven't banged a woman for a long time. As long as you made us happy, we'll let you go afterwards."

The girl sobbed uncontrollably at his words.

The two men, lecherous grins on their faces, began to molest her.

Having just unbuttoned the collar of her shirt, one of the men felt a sudden blunt hit on the back of his head. Covering the bleeding wound with his hands, the man gave out a wail before collapsing.

The scar-faced man was startled by this sudden turn of events. He jerked his head to look and saw that it was a woman.

Lyra was holding the high heels in her hand, standing there like a queen in her all-white suits.

Once the scar-faced man saw her, his eyes lit up with surprise, "Yo, a feisty little kitty, I like it."

Fiddling with the high heels in her hand, Lyra sneered, "You like it? I'm way out of your league."

The scar-faced man was enraged. He cursed "bitch" and charged towards Lyra with his knife.

He was knocked down by Lyra in three strikes and couldn't even get up.

The girl huddled up into a ball out of fear, her whole body shaking, and her eyes filled with terror.

Her cheeks were tinted with redness, as if she was slightly drunk.

Looking at her cowering, Lyra suddenly felt an ache in her heart and an image flashed across her head so fast she couldn't even catch it.

She shook her head and the strange feeling she just had disappeared completely.

Perhaps... she was too tired today that she got hallucination?

Lyra did not think much about it and turned to look at the girl in the corner who looked about 18 years old.

"You're safe to go home."

she was ready leave when her wrist

friends. I was separated from them. My phone was broken by those two thugs. Could you

hesitate, the girl continued, "My name is Katrina.

phone, it

was late. Their current location was quite remote,

go. Where's your

308, No.

her, still clutching her hand, as if she

let go until she got on the back

the girl looked exhausted and soon

time to time, and when she saw that she was asleep, she drove the car

minutes, the girl in the back seat was still sleeping soundly, Lyra's phone was running out of battery, so she called out to her twice to ask for more

so it was very quiet in

realized that

her face was flushed, she didn't

she didn't

base was located in a remote place in the suburbs, with no

Katrina was pretending!

felt wind sweeping by

that was reaching out to

thumb-length syringe was two millimeters short of

you...

not expected Lyra to crack her trick so quickly, so she stopped pretending. She increased strength on both hands,

driving at a constant speed in the countryside when she pulled the handbrake up in a

quickly locked, the entire car suddenly lost balance and flipped straight over, breaking

by an airbag, Lyra only scraped her forehead and got out of

almost smashed, Lyra tsked. It was a pity that the car

personally carried Katrina out of the car,

quite a few methods, Lyra finally

Katrina seemed incredulous, "Why did

cold look and didn't answer her question, but

mute and

Charlotte Matthews,

even if she could come up with such a meticulous plan, it would be impossible for her to hire a such a skilled

failed and you got me, so just kill

you?" Lyra gave a sarcastic smile, "How boring would that

looked at her,