After divorce I am a billionaire

"At Keith's villa?" Irene sat up from her bed in shock as she felt wide awake.

"Get your story straight. How does Abigail get involved with him?" "Have you forgotten? Since Lyra and Melvin divorced, she and Keith have been very close. Although Melvin transferred Seaside Villa to her, she doesn't live there, and we haven't been able to find out where she lives." "What do you mean by that?" Irene frowned.

"Isn't obvious enough what | mean?" Charlotte rolled her eyes, "It means she's most likely living with Keith! There's no sign of Abigail in the whole Frayton, so it's likely Lyra is hiding her in Keith's villa!" After thinking about it, Irene felt that Charlotte had a point and immediately sent someone to check it out.

Hanging up the phone, Charlotte tossed it aside in annoyance and leaned back against the bed to wait for her message.

Abigail did not die, but beca vegetable. The fact had been like a thorn in her heart.

No matter how proud she was in front of people, Abigail's presence always reminded her of her identity as an illegitimate daughter.

After becoming the heiress to the Matthews Group, she had been looking for an opportunity to fix Abigail, but Katelyn had been watching too closely and never left the ward.

She couldn't find a right tto do it.

But as long as Abigail was still alive in this world, her position as the heiress of the Matthews Group will not be secure.

She will inevitably be compared with Abigail by the outside world.

This time, Abigail's disappearance was a great opportunity, and she must take advantage of it to get rid of the two most obstructive people! The sky was gradually bright, and the early morning sunlight was spilling over every corner, gently waking up the city.

Charlotte looked out the window at the increasingly bright sky and grew more and more anxious.

The phone rang. She took the phone as soon as she could, quickly unlocked the phone and connected, "How is it? Any news?" "Although it is not certain if Abigail must be at Keith's villa, the people sent there said that the villa bodyguards have nearly tripled in number. The villa is heavily guarded, which is very suspicious." "So what do we do now? Even if the Matthews Group and the Frazier Group are powerful and influential, there's no way we would mess with Keith, let alone on his domain." Charlotte was deflated.

She was now at a loss for words and had no idea what to do.

"I have my own arrangement. Don't need you to care much." Before Charlotte could answer, Irene hung up the phone and threw it aside with force.

Keith's attitude towards her had been cold, but he pampered Lyra who suddenly appeared, so she was very upset.

The thought that Lyra and Abigail might both be at his house made her becextremely jealous.

The more Irene thought about it, the angrier she got. She decided to go to Keith's villa and found out herself while he was out.

"Don't sleep. Hurry up and get up!" Irene woke up Peter, who was still asleep, with a phone call.

"I'm going to Keith's place this morning. Make arrangements forimmediately. If you make any mistakes, I'll hold you accountable.” Peter rubbed his drowsy eyes and was tempted to retort that he was only a bodyguard and should let her assistant do these things, but finally he answered resentfully, "Yes." Fred completed the task given by Charlotte and took an early flight from the neighbor city back to Frayton immediately after the flight arrived.

To avoid Melvin's detection, he turned back to his apartment and decided to take a shower before clocking in at the office.

He parked the car into the garage, opened the door gently, and before he could close it tightly, he saw a figure sitting on the sofa smoking.

Turning his head, he found it was Melvin.

Under the rising smoke, his face was sullen.

The two men looked at each other and Fred was flustered, trying his best to prevent his face from looking suspicious.

As his assistant, Fred's residence was also under his personal arrangements, so Melvin knew very clearly the door opening code.

"Boss, what can | do for you?" Fred tried to maintain his composure and put down the bag in his hand, "You can calldirectly if you need anything, so why make a trip yourself. It's still early. You haven't had breakfast yet, have you? Do you wantto prepare it for you?" "Where have you been?" Melvin ignored the barrage of questions he asked. The cigarette in his long fingers was extinguished in the ashtray. His icy eyes were like a sharp sword to pierce him through.

Fred pretended to be relaxed and replied, "I don't think | should always stay at the office. | want to exercise more, but usually | don't have time. I'm afraid to delay my work, so | took the tto go for a run in the morning." "Is that so?" Melvin's sharp gaze fell on him. His long leg stretched out and folded over the other. His fingers resting on the back of the sofa tapped deliberately on a painted solid wood trim.

With this alone, Fred felt a powerful and oppressive force.

He could only reply stiffly, "It's all about this, boss. I just went for a morning exercise. You don't think much about it." "Fred, you disappointso much." A hint of exhaustion flashed across Melvin's face, "Do you really think | don't know anything?" Fred subconsciously shook his head, "I don't know what you're talking about.” "Charlotte's phone tap was lifted and it was you who pretended to be me... What did you do last night when you were out of Frayton?" Melvin stopped talking nonsense to him and his hawk-like eyes stared straight at him.

"Could it be that ... you have long been on guard against me?!" Those few words seemed like a bolt from the blue.

Fred knelt down in front of him with a thud, "Boss, I'm sorry. | shouldn't have crossed the line. Please punish me!" "You left Frayton last night. Where did you go? What did you do? Answer me." Melvin suppressed his anger, got up and walked over to him, looking at him condescendingly. His words were carrying a warning.

"This is your last chance. You know what happens when you disobey me." Fred fell into silence.

After a few moments, he gritted his teeth and gathered the courage to raise his head to look at Melvin.

"Boss, don't you think you are overdoing it? Miss Matthews is your fiancee, but you don't care about her." Melvin did not expect him to accuse him instead, frowning slightly.

"You are so defensive about Lyra, but you don't care about your fiancee. You transferred the villa to Lyra and let Miss Matthews live in an apartment elsewhere. Is this what a qualified fiance would do? Miss Matthews was framed and badly injured by Lyra, and you actually didn't defend for her." Fred finished in one breath, staring straight into Melvin's cold face.

"Finished?" Melvin fiddled with his wristwatch and Fred's words didn't make him overreact, "I'm going to ask you one last time. What were you doing out of Frayton? Is it something to do with Lyra?" Fred had been working with Melvin for many years and knew his various habitual actions very well.

He knew Melvin was restraining his anger.

Even if he kept his mouth shut and said nothing, Melvin would have sent someone to find out all this, and simply took all the responsibility on himself.

"Lyra, she's dead! | hijacked the plane she was on last night. She jumped out mid-flight. She hurt Miss Matthews. You can tolerate her, but | can't!"