After divorce I am a billionaire

Seeing his puzzled face which was still flattered, Lyra explained.

"Didn't you say that ordinary ointment is useless for the injury caused by S40. This box is the allopathic ointment | asked someone to buy yesterday morning. Use this for the back. It should be healed faster." Melvin looked down at the ointment in his hand.

Although she didn't say it, he knew in his heart that this ointment was only available in the war lab, and it was probably she contacted Collin to get it.

The treatment effect was really not bad, but this was S404 biochemical virus. This ointment was useless for his injury.

"Thanks, it's the first gift you've given me since the divorce.” His thumb gently stroked the ointment box. His eyes were slightly red and he even felt the bruises all over his body less painful.

"Not really a gift. You got hurt for me this time, so this is compensation for my guilt, and ..." Lyra paused and smiled evilly "What really qualifies as gifts since the divorce is the bankruptcy of the Freeman family, your employment agreement, and that 023." Melvin stopped stroking.

Suddenly it seemed that he was not so moved ...

Lyra was happy to see his expression freeze. She laughed as he went to get Anthony's oral confession that he had placed on the table.

Word by word, she read carefully, and her smile gradually faded on her face, getting more and more serious.

"Anthony said that Vincent Lloyd ordered him to do what happened at the bar earlier. And the splashing of that drug?" Vincent was her uncle, a casual member of the Lloyd family, with little ambition.

She had previously thought that Kacper Lloyd might be among those who harmed her, but never thought it would be Vincent.

Melvin nodded, "Although Anthony may not have fully explained, he can clearly say the details of the exchange and the process.

It should not be wrong. Vincent's son is in the State Affairs Bureau. Anthony is afraid of him, listens to his transfer to the laboratory to steal drugs. That also makes sense." Lyra sat down on the small couch next to her and was silent for a long time. Her face gradually emerged with anger.

"Vincent, | can't let him get away with it! Tomorrow | will go to Suham to teach him a lesson!" She couldn't endure the anger if she didn't let him have a taste of her suffering with such insidious means! She looked up and remembered Melvin's injury, "You're still injured, so stay well at the villa and don't follow this time." Melvin was worried about finding an excuse, and when Lyra wouldn't let him go, he took advantage of the situation.

"Okay, I'll be at the villa, waiting for you to come back." His voice got lower and lower as he said the last few words, but Lyra didn't notice. She was still reading Anthony's confession carefully.

"Vincent, the old-timer. He is hiding so well!" "From what you said, you seem to be quite familiar with this Vincent. Have you been to the Lloyd family before?" Melvin raised his eyebrows. Although he already knew that she was probably the Lloyd family's daughter, Lyra never mentioned this, and he suddenly got the idea to make fun of her.

Lyra heard his words, raised her head to look at him, and raised her eyebrows as well, "Not familiar with him, but | am familiar with Mr. Lloyd. Perhaps because Mr. Lloyd is too good to me, which led this group of the Lloyd family people jealous, to harm me." "Oh." Melvin pursed his lips and stifled a laugh.

When he looked up, he found Lyra watching his expression with sharp eyes.

He hastily pulled a long face and changed into a very upset expression.

"Why are you telling me this? | don't think Keith is that good to you." Lyra propped her hand on her chin and sounded a little petulant, "So, you're jealous again?" Melvin lowered his head, not answering her question. His voice muffled, "I'm going to make breakfast." He did not smile helplessly until he turned his head and went out.

Lyra smiled as well, and when he left, she pored over the confession twice more and began to make arrangements to return to Suham tomorrow.

While Melvin was preparing breakfast, Rebecca deliberately got up a quarter of an hour earlier.

She was wearing a flirtatious yet cute light pink nightgown and was leaning against the kitchen doorway, watching Melvin cook with her head cocked.

It was said the man who can cook was the sexiest, let alone such a handsome man! He was extraordinarily eye-catching.

She kind of wanted to sneak him back into the Callahan family and let him accompany her for a few days. What to do? Melvin felt the outsider's gaze and was a bit disgusted, ignoring her.

"Eh! I've been standing here for half a day and you can't even see me?" Rebecca's voice was playful. Her little mouth was pouting, and her face was a little upset.

Melvin just treated her like she was nothing, and his hands were slickly chopping vegetables.

"And you're so rude.I'm the host and guest, and the youngest daughter of the Callahan family! You're just the servant that I, Lyra, keep at the villa. You dare to ignore me?" Rebecca was a little chagrined.

All the people had been treating her like a baby since she was a child, spoiling her, but this servant dared look down upon her.

Melvin's hands paused chopping and his voice was cold, "My master is only Lyra. No one but her can order me." "You!" It was the first ime Rebecca had seen a servant with such an arrogant nature and was very unconvinced.

"Why should | not order you!?" She approached the kitchen indignantly and poured the fresh milk Melvin had warmed up for Lyra onto the floor, looking proud.

"Apologize to me! | want you to talk to me in a soft voice like you did to Lyra! Or I'll tell her you poured her milk and let her punish you!" Melvin's dark eyes were gloomy, and there was a terrible hostility all over his body.

He tipped the empty glass to the ground with one hand.

The glass shards exploded right next to Rebecca's feet, and Rebecca jumped to her feet in terror. Her face was wan with fear that the shards might cut her slender calves.

Melvin gave her a cold look and continued to prepare breakfast.

Rebecca was dying of grievance, "How dare you do this to me! You're unbelievable!" She was so angry that she rushed up and raised her hand to teach him a lesson.

Melvin's eyes were cold and fierce, and he tightened the knife in his hand.

She was incredibly stupid, not to mention she was Anthony's sister. If she touched him, he'll kill her! However, without waiting for him to strike, Rebecca's wrist was first clutched from behind.

Rebecca turned around and found it was Lyra, and her eyes instantly reddened.

"Oooooh Lyra, he bullied me! And tried to hurt me with a glass! Although he's handsome, he's worse than those guys at the bar last night!" She said with tears in her eyes, which was so wronged, "He is bad and disobedient! You have to help me punish him!" Lyra didn't let go of Rebecca's wrist, looked at Melvin and smiled, "She said you're bad and disobedient. Do you admit it?" She was a little curious about how he would react after being wronged by Rebecca.

Should he be furious, or should he be indifferent and admit punishment? Watching her clear and calm gaze, Melvin put down his kitchen knife, washed and wiped his hands, walked up to her and gently took her other hand.

The outer corners of his eyes were slightly red. His expression was chagrined, like a punchbag.

"She was the one who tried to order me, but | only listen to you." "Besides, I'm well-behaved and obedient. | don't know why she slandered me ..." Rebecca didn't know what to say.

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