After divorce I am a billionaire

Lyra had always refuted with dislike and directness, and Anne was not too happy but said nothing.

It was true that she didn't get Lyra killed. She wasn't cautious enough and didn't do a good enough job. There was nothing to justify that.

As the two walked one after the other, Anne suddenly said for no reason, "My dear sister, the layout of this villa is not quite the same. It has been remodeled. | can widen your knowledge today." The moment she finished her words, she quickly ran forward.

Lyra immediately followed her, and before she was about to catch up with her, Anne immediately turned a switch on the wall.

Suddenly a huge metal cage descended from the ceiling and covered them both at the same time.

Lyra didn't panic in the slightest as she observed the cage, "What trick are you trying to use again?" Anne smiled innocently and adorably, but she was malicious to the extreme.

She opened the lid of a fuel drum next to her and kicked it over.

The yellow oil gurgled out and flowed all over the floor.

"Lyra, | know being brought back to the Lloyd Manor by you will be another hellish ordeal and you will not spare me. Instead of accepting that, | take you with me to die. What do you think?" Lyra was motionless and very calm.

"If I don't get out of this villa in ten minutes, it won't just be me who dies. Once Malcolm is pissed off, Paul Hoare out there who is desperately trying to protect you won't leave Crana either." Anne fiddled with her fingernails in disbelief and took out a lighter to play with it again, "He doesn't really love me. Even if he dies by Malcolm, he deserves it. He just lusts after my body and I claim the power he could bring me. We're helping each other out.” Lyra lowered her eyes and looked at the oil running over the floor.

The oil was about to flow to her feet and she took a step back, "So, you deliberately lies to me about my mother's death?" Anne shook her head, "This is true. Your mother did get sick, quite seriously, but the last straw that really broke the camel's back was when she found out about dad's infidelity. She had always considered him a good husband, but he cheated on her." Mentioning these old stories, she giggled, "I was still young, but | actually remember all of them. Dad bought us a small villa to live in. Your mother quietly came to catch adultery. After seeing my mother, she quarreled with dad on the spot and suddenly became ill and was admitted to the hospital.” She laughed louder, "My mother felt guilty and quietly took me to visit your mother in the hospital to ask for her forgiveness. It was | who took her breathing tube while no one was in the ward. | thought by doing so, | would be able to get my mother to marry into the Lloyd family, making me a true noble daughter of the Lloyd family. " "Dad knew about it, but | cried and pretended to be innocent and it passed. He personally used all his connections to help me suppress the matter. But he preferred to marry Claudia rather than marry my mother. Claudia graduated from a prestigious university, but my mother had not been school. | always had to be an illegitimate daughter. That was really ironic." "My mother was kind. She had always felt guilty for your mother's death. That's why when she happened to meet Collin who was in danger, she had to save him even if she took her own life. Collin helped me for so many years, because he has always felt that it was him who made me lose my mother. He feels very sorry, but he has been kept in the dark. He doesn't know your mother, in fact, was killed by me." Lyra looked in shock at her enchanting face which was twisted and hideous from laughing.

"How old were you at that time? Your mother was so kind. How did she give birth to a naturally bad person like you?" For some people, the evil was natural, which simply can not change.

Not expecting the truth to be like this, Lyra stared at her with raging hatred, "Ethel , | really want to rip out your heart and see if it's really black." She did not think so, "To achieve the purpose, some people always have to pay a small price. My dear sister, this has been bottled up in my heart for many years. Now that you have learned the truth, is it time to die contentedly?" She smiled badly and raised her lighter, trying to ignite the oil on the floor.

"Lyra, although we were not born on the same day, we can die on the same day. You are not alone, right?" She laughed rampantly and slowly crouched down.

Lyra coldly narrowed her eyes. When Anne crouched down, she quickly approached to her and kicked her wrist.

Anne simply had no time to react. The lighter in her hand fell out of the cage, and she simply could not pick it up.

Taking advantage of Anne's trance, Lyra grabbed her neck and pressed it heavily to the edge of the cage. The metal cage made a thud sound.

Anne's back was bumped and she grunted in pain.

Lyra raised her hand and slapped her in the face hard.

Her hand that was holding Anne's neck was also pressing hard.

Anne could obviously feel the air around her getting thinner and thinner. She had a violent coughing and her face paled from choking.

Lyra gnashed her teeth resentfully, "It's a waste you only have a good-looking appearance. People like you should go to hell.

Live and reincarnate in hell." Seeing that she was so angry, Anne instead smiled happily and tried hard to provoke her, "Yes, | grew up knowing | had to fight for myself, so | got your mother killed. Lyra, you don't even know it. | still remember her struggling before she died. She looked at me with an unbelievable expression. She probably didn't even think | would do it. It felt so good. " The thought of her description, Lyra simply had a heartache to the point of losing her mind. The murderous intent in her eyes was intensified and she choked her harder and harder.

Anne's expression looked more and more painful. The air she can breathe into the lung was getting thinner and thinner. Her life seemed to elapse little by little, but she did not struggle at all. Or she wanted to struggle, but she was not Lyra's opponent.

Seeing that Anne was about to die, Lyra suddenly heard Kathleen's sound.

"Lyra, it's been nine minutes. Are you guys okay in there? Wait another minute and we'll bring Chad in with us!" When they didn't come out, Kathleen didn't feel at ease and borrowed a microphone to call out from the door.

Lyra heard that and her last sanity was woken suddenly before she stormed out of control.

Chad came in with the troops, and if he came in and saw Anne was killed by her, with Paul Hoare's people as witnesses, even Malcolm couldn't save her.

Her whole life will be ruined because of this woman, Anne.

So, Anne was deliberately provoking her? If they can't die together, then she would die at her hands.

She quickly and logically thought this through, abruptly letting go and taking a step back.

Anne, who had regained fresh air, sat helplessly on the floor. Coughing incessantly, her face paled with misery.

Lyra regained her composure and looked askance at her proudly, "Strangling you to death is simply dirtying my hands. An unworthy beast like you is better left to the law for trial." Anne was still coughing, but raised her eyes and glared at Lyra with indignation.

Time was up and Chad led the charge in with a full squad of soldiers.

Kathleen held Collin, along with Paul and his bodyguard, and all shifted positions in unison and went into the villa.

At the sight of the large metal cage in the middle of the open space, everyone, except Paul, was surprised.

The villa was transformed into such a cage. They were afraid someone had imprisoning addiction, right? But the attention of the crowd was placed on the cage for just a moment, and they soon focused on Lyra and Anne.

Lyra was not hurt in any way and still looked proud and cold. On the contrary, Anne was sitting on the ground in a disheveled and pitiful way, coughing incessantly. The struggling marks on her neck made her look like she had been subjected to some bullying in the past ten minutes.

Paul was the first to say, "What's wrong? Is Ms. Lloyd trying to strangle you?" Lyra was calm, "Her body is too weak. If | really want to get her killed, how can she still be alive after ten minutes? Mr. Hoare don't wrong me." It was true that Anne wasn't dead and Paul can't speak.

Kathleen and Chad were more concerned about Lyra's situation.

Chad: "Are you injured? Why are you put in the cage with Anne Windsor?" Kathleen quickly spotted the oil on the floor of the cage, "Lyra, what the hell is going on?"