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 was suddenly

eyes, "Miss, I was out drinking with my friends. I was separated from them. My phone was

girl continued, "My name is

at her phone, it

remote, thus indeed rather dangerous for

Where's your

308, No. 2,

as if she had found something extremely

she got on the back seat of

the car, the girl looked exhausted and soon

to time, and when she saw that she

still sleeping soundly, Lyra's phone was running out of battery, so she called out to her twice to ask for more details about the address. But seeing that the girl did

so it was very quiet

realized

out drinking with friends, and although her face was flushed, she

she didn't

in a remote place in the suburbs, with no pubs

Katrina was pretending!

then, Lyra felt wind sweeping

grab the hand that was

was two millimeters short of piercing the skin on

did you... see through

pretending. She increased strength on

hand. The car was driving at a constant speed in the countryside when she pulled the handbrake up in a

wheels were quickly locked, the entire car suddenly lost balance and flipped straight over, breaking the guardrail and rolling into the roadside

airbag, Lyra only

shell was almost smashed, Lyra tsked. It was a pity that the car had not been with her for long before

not come out, Lyra opened the car door and personally carried Katrina out of the car, who had passed out

Lyra finally managed

Katrina seemed incredulous, "Why did you

look and didn't answer her question, but only asked, "Who

mute and looked

"Let me guess, Charlotte Matthews,

be impossible for her to hire a such a skilled assassin; plus the fact that Charlotte became the Matton Corp's heir, Lyra concluded that

and you got

sarcastic smile, "How boring

at