A Divorce Make Me Rich

She turned around. There was anger in her eyes and she glared over.

The person who stopped her was Anthony.

Anthony’s eyes narrowed slightly. His expression was serious and deliberate, “Lyra, you can’t use lynching in this matter. Since I am there, he should be brought back to Frayton police department for questioning.”

“He tried to hurt my face with acid. I just fought back. Is that not OK?”

She sounded cool and tried to withdraw her hand.

Anthony clutched her wrist, and his expression was still grim, “He hurt someone and should be sanctioned, but you hurt him again, you are the same. Don’t you forget. This is a bar. Even if you let anybody out, there are a bunch of staff watching. All are human witnesses.”

Lyra was slightly stunned, and the corners of her mouth curled up in a cold smile.

“But I’ve already done it. What are you going to do?”

Anthony froze for a long time before saying, “I can pretend I didn’t see it and help you clean up the scene again, but you can’t hit him again. Melvin, he’s just your servant now, your pet only. You don’t need to let yourself into trouble for him.”

His words shocked Lyra.

“If Melvin hadn’t blocked for me, it would be my face that would be hurt right now. You would still be able to say such things?”

Anthony choked.

Lyra forcibly shook off his hand. Her cold eyes were staring at him incredulously, “Anthony, you are so strange to me now.”

His pupils twitched slightly and he was feeling hurt. He silently stepped back and didn’t stop her behavior.

Without being stopped, Lyra had a cold smile as she squatted in front of the man again, “Come on. Let’s continue.”

“No… don’t …”

Ignoring his pleas for mercy, Lyra aimed the bottle at the back of his left hand once again and raised it high in the air.

“Stop it!”

Just as she was about to smash down, a man came from the door.

It was Bernard, the captain of the third division, who arrived with a team of police officers.

“Master Callahan, you are there.”

Bernard rushed in, saw Anthony first and greeted him. Seeing that Anthony had little expression, Bernard stepped forward to snatch the bottle out of Lyra’s hand.

Seeing the miserable state of the man on the ground, he hissed softly.

He was sure she was a ruthless woman.

He carefully watched Anthony next to him and saw that he looked bad and had no intention to help, “Miss Carroll, we received a report of a disturbance at the bar. Please come with us.”

Lyra smiled faintly, and her voice was soft, “He threw acid on me and hurt my people. I returned it. Just a little too much force carelessly.”

Bernard looked at the man who was cut by the bottle glass. Half of the face was bloody. Subconsciously Bernard gulped.

This was said to be fucking “careless”?

He said squarely: “Miss Carroll, as for what is going on, you have to go to the police department first. Please come with us.”

Lyra blinked her beautiful eyes, “Investigation and questioning is no problem. How long will it take?”

Bernard answered her as he put the electronic handcuffs on her, “That’s not certain, depending on whether you’ve committed the crime or not.”

Other police officers also came forward and handcuffed Fifteen and Seventeen separately.

Rebecca heard the commotion, came out, and went up to Anthony, “Anthony, Lyra is going to be taken away. You can’t just sit there and do nothing about it, Anthony!”

Anthony did not speak. His eyes were gazing deeply at Lyra’s back as she was taken away.

Unable to persuade him, Rebecca tried to stop, but was blocked by Anthony’s men, and eventually had to see Lyra off to the police car.

…

Melvin woke up in a daze for a few hours because his body was powerless.

The back injury had been bandaged and treated. The doctor saw that he was in a good shape, but his body was so sick and weak. In addition to anti-inflammatory medicine, the doctor also gave him an extra nutrient fluid.

It was late at night when he woke up from his wad. Eleven and Twelve were sitting next to him on the bed and were asleep.

Looking around the room, he did not see the figure that would reassure him.

He subconsciously panicked and woke Eleven up.

“Where’s Lyra?”

Eleven yawned, “Miss is in the bar after it. She probably finishes this time and gets back to the villa to rest.”

Melvin frowned slightly. His low voice was shaking slightly, “She … hasn’t been here?”

“No, she asked me and Twelve to bring you to the hospital.”

Melvin’s eyes gradually darkened, and his heart was searingly sore.

The pain was more intense than the pain of having acid poured on his back.

Eleven saw his face and comfort him quickly, “Mr. Freeman, don’t worry. It is late. Miss must be tired. I guess she will come here tomorrow morning.”

His pale thin lips pursed into a straight line, said nothing. He rolled over, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

But he knew in his heart that Lyra hadn’t come tonight and probably wouldn’t come tomorrow.

A sleepless night.

…

Frayton Police Department.

Because Lyra was seen by the police who arrived just in time when she was hurting that man, plus the late hour, she had to wait tomorrow morning to be officially investigated. So, Lyra can only be forced to spend the night in the department.

And Bernard, who knew Lyra’s true identity from Anthony as an afterthought, his legs were weak.

Holly crap!

She was the youngest daughter of the Lloyd family that was the richest family in Suham. And she was Collin’s baby sister …

He actually almost put such a big shot in the confinement room last time?

Bernard felt a chill on the back of his neck when just thinking about it.

In view of the fact that the matter was still under investigation, he arranged for Lyra to have a deluxe single room in the department, and along with Fifteen and Seventeen also got a double room.

Late autumn, the police department provided the suspects with the rooms which were basically spaced empty rooms, no bed sheets and covers, not even a chair, not to mention a place to wash. And suspects had to report before they wanted to use toilet.

The floor was so wet that some inmates would choose to sleep squatting at night.

But Lyra’s small room was different. There were bed sheets, covers, a single bed and carpet. They were afraid that she would catch a cold and provided even a table and computer to her thoughtfully.

Although the computer can only connect to the department’s intranet, which meant she cannot connect to the external network.

But in case she can’t sleep, she can still get up and play the games on computer.

Occasionally a policeman will come over and ask her attentively if she needed a midnight snack and can help her go pack the gourmet food from the five-star restaurant next door.

The only bad thing was that the cell phone was confiscated because of the control requirements.

Lyra lay on her bed. She was bored and thought the events of the day from beginning to end.

While at the bar, she also noticed that Nineteen was missing, but since Melvin had sent Chad after him, she figured there wasn’t much of a problem.

But what happened tonight was too strange. She remembered meeting the man in the aisle who was basically similar to Nineteen’s description, and if it was really that man who was up to something, how could it be limited to throwing acid?

Or did Melvin’s sudden appearance with his men temporarily interrupt the plan there?

What was the next step over there?

She mulled it over and fell asleep without realizing it.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Early the next morning.

As soon as Melvin woke up in the hospital, he found the ward empty except him.

The environment was filled with solitude and unbearable coldness.

And Lyra, true to form, did not come.

He was bitter in his heart and pulled himself out of bed. As he just opened the door of the ward, he saw Eleven in the corner of the aisle, sneaking around to answer the phone.

“What! Miss is in the police department? Wasn’t Master Callahan on the scene last night!? How could he watch someone take Miss … Okay, I get it. I won’t tell Mr. Freeman about this.”

Before Eleven could hang up, the phone was suddenly snatched away by someone.