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."

ready leave when her wrist was

met a pair of expectant eyes, "Miss, I was out drinking with my friends. I was

girl continued, "My name is Katrina. Miss,

her phone, it was already 9:30

Their current location was quite remote, thus indeed

go. Where's

308, No. 2, Sub

hand, as if she had found something

go until she got on the back

car, the girl looked exhausted and soon fell asleep leaning against the car

at her through the rearview mirror from time to time, and when she saw that she was asleep, she drove the

so she called out to her twice to ask for more details about the address. But seeing that the

all closed so it was very quiet

and suddenly realized

and although her face was

didn't

in the suburbs, with no pubs or restaurants nearby

Katrina was pretending!

felt wind sweeping by

that was reaching out

was two millimeters short of piercing the skin

did you... see

Lyra to crack her trick so quickly, so she stopped pretending. She increased strength on both hands, hellbent on stabbing

for long with only one hand. The car was driving at a constant speed in the countryside when

suddenly lost balance and flipped straight over, breaking the guardrail and rolling into the

by an airbag, Lyra only scraped her forehead

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

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

a few methods, Lyra finally

that it was Lyra who saved her, Katrina seemed incredulous, "Why did you save me? I hurt you. You should have

cold look and didn't answer

instantly mute and looked

guess, Charlotte Matthews, or Irene Frazier?

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

failed and you got

you?" Lyra gave a sarcastic

at her,