After divorce I am a billionaire

The more she said, the weaker her voice became, but the stronger the hatred in her eyes. However, seemed to have no courage to open that door to confirm it.

"Just come in and see for yourself." Lyra shrugged unconcernedly, jerked the door fully open and pointed to where Melvin had just been standing, "Man, right there!" Charlotte's heart skipped a beat.

Following the direction where Lyra was pointing to, she found no one there apart from the wall.

"Is this a prank?" She glared at Lyra with malice in her eyes.

Lyra also froze.

The man was standing right there just now. Did he have some superpowers that she was unaware of? Charlotte was observing Lyra’'s expression. She still felt it suspicious, so she shoved Lyra aside in anger, pushing open every door of each cubicle to take a closer look.

Lyra was standing right behind her, also looking at where Melvin was hiding.

After checking all the cubicles, their eyes coincidentally fell on the last cubicle that was not completely closed.

Charlotte took a deep breath and thrust the door open! Empty.

Lyra, however, turned to look at the open window on the right side of the cubicle and understood exactly what happened.

She couldn't help laughing when she imagined the scene that the president of Freeman Group was forced to flee through the window .

Charlotte was confused by Lyra's amused expression, and her doubt rose again.

"If you were the only one in the restroom, what was that phone ringing earlier?" Lyra waved her hand and did not answer.

Meaning, let Charlotte guess for herself.

Charlotte looked at her angrily and threatened, "Lyra, you and Melvin no longer have any relationship. I'm warning you. Stay away from him. If | find out you're still trying to seduce him, | won't let you off the hook!" Lyra smiled as she listened, not intimidated at all, "I never look back and cry over something I've abandoned. But if you piss me off, I don't mind taking away everything you want, including the man." "Shut up!" Charlotte was deterred by the coldness in Lyra's eyes, and failed to refute her for the moment.

Before Lyra left, she glanced back at Charlotte again and spoke sarcastically, "By the way, keep your man in check and tell him not to mess with me again, because both you and he disgust me." "Bitch!" Charlotte was furious, but there was nothing she could do about it. She was frustrated about why those people didn't get Lyra last night.

She stomped her feet in indignation, washed her hands and came out of the restroom.

"Lottie." She had just taken two steps when a familiar voice behind her called out to her.

Charlotte turned around and saw that it was Melvin walking out of the men's restroom with a calm and relaxed face. She could finally rest assured.

Maybe she was too flustered back that she misheard it, while the bell might have come from the men's restroom? "Melvin, did you hear what | just said in the hallway?" Melvin nodded, "Hmm." Charlotte instantly blushed. She didn't want to leave a bad impression in Melvin's heart with her screaming just now.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault. | just thought it was you in the ladies’ room and that's why | lost control of my emotions. I'll never suspect you again and | won't definitely yell again." Melvin didn't say anything and looked at her with questioning gaze.

When he saw a faint dark circles under her eyes, he suddenly remembered that last night, she came to him late at night; he refused to see her, so she stood in front of the house for almost half the night, and talked about what had happened years ago.

Although he felt somewhat threatened, he still agreed to her engagement request out of a man's commitment.

Nevertheless...

Somewhere along the way, Charlotte seemed to be more and more like a strange person to him; sometimes he even doubted that whether she was the blithesome girl years ago.

"Lottie, you seem to have changed a lot in the few years you've been abroad." He said this impassively and passed by Charlotte to go back to the restaurant.

Charlotte, however, was like struck by lightning and stiffened on the spot.

How could he... look at her with that look? Did he find out something? Lyra had just sat back down when Cody was about to go look for her. He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that she finally came back.

"Lyra, what took you so long?" "What's wrong? Anything happened?” Lyra asked in return, noticing the look on his face.

"Keith sent for you, saying that he's found something about the matter you asked him to look into yesterday, and you should talk to him when you have time." "Okay, I'm on my way." "Hey, hey! You should at least finish your meal before you go!" He shouted sulkily, while Lyra had already driven off.

After Melvin's side finished his meal, he also sent Charlotte back to the hotel.

Looking at the lonely room, Charlotte pulled his hand and pouted, "Melvin, we are engaged. Can't | go back to live with you at the villa?" Melvin frowned.

He had clearly told her last time that she couldn't stay in the villa. Why did she still mention it? Although his heart was not pleased, he still comforted her, "Just wait a while. I'll have someone arrange a suitable accommodation for you as soon as possible." Charlotte was keenly aware of his displeasure.

Thus, she felt more aggrieved.

Why was Lyra allowed to live in that villa and be the hostess for three years, while she was not even eligible to enter the house? But she didn't dare to ask; she knew Melvin didn't like jealous and whiny girls.

"It's okay. | don't have to live in the villa. But this hotel room is cold and empty. Melvin, can you stay with me? One night would be fine." Her voice was soft and imploring; her pitiful little face made it hard for any man to reject her.

But Melvin didn't even look at her. It was an obscure expression on his face.

"I have things to do at the office. You should rest early.” After saying that, he forcibly drew his hand out of hers and left.

As the door closed, Charlotte slumped onto the carpet, tears welling up in her eyes.

Why had everything changed since she returned from abroad? Melvin no longer treated her in the same doting and pampering way he once did.

Did... he already know? Panic surged in Charlotte's heart.

She was dismayed at the thought when the door opened again and the man's black leather shoes came into sight.

"Melvin! | knew you ..." Before she could finish her sentence, she looked up and saw that the person who entered was not Melvin, but Fred.

She was frustrated again.

Fred looked at her despondent look, and his heart ached, but he still had to say it, "Miss Matthews, I'm sorry to bother you. There is something really urgent that needs your explanation.” "Say it, and | will answer you honestly." Seeing her smile, Fred was even more distressed and he asked softly, "Last night, Miss Lyra Carroll was driving back after work.

On her way home, she was surrounded by a group of gangsters and got into a very dangerous situation.

Charlotte was shocked, "What! Is she okay?" "She's fine, the boss happened to be there last night and put the gangsters to rest, but the boss asked me to investigate on the mastermind behind this." He said, looking up to observe Charlotte's expression.

Charlotte seemed relieved, "That's good." Then she seemed to have understood Fred's implication and looked at him incredulously, "So, you came to ask me because you thought the person who sent those men to hurt Lyra, was me?"