A Divorce Make Me Rich

Lyra gritted her teeth. She didn’t intend to reduce speed, but to speed up and dash forward, like she was determined to die with them together.

The two black cars in front of her saw her rushing straight ahead and were startled.

In the last two seconds before the impending collision, the two black cars moved backwards simultaneously by half a meter.

The gap between the two cars was just wide enough for the Santana to squeeze through.

No sooner had she breathed a sigh of relief than the two black cars quickly chased after her again.

Lyra tried to circle with them, but the Santana was simply no match for the two black cars in terms of speed, not to mention escaping from them.

She bit her lip, but her mind was extraordinarily calm.

Through the rearview mirror, she could see vaguely the number of people in the black cars.

Together with the driver, each black car and five people.

A total of ten people, all seemed to be sturdy men.

If she was gonna fight it in a hard way, she would certainly die. But if she used her wit to quickly settle the fight, she may have a 60% or 70% rate of winning.

This was inevitable, anyway, but she was not in a good mood today, so let’s have a good fight!

Bring it on!

Having analyzed the situation, her gaze became steadfast. She chose to drive the car to the outskirts of an abandoned building and parked it there.

Two black cars came to a halt. The ten stout men got off in unison.

They were armed with rods and other weapons, all with fierce-looking faces.

Lyra leaned against the door of the car, arms crossed in a relaxed manner.

The crowd of gangsters were stunned when they saw her hot body under the white pencil skirt.

This deal today was indeed a one-way bet!

Lyra didn’t panic at all, her eyes scanning across hem one by one, her red lips open, “Tell me first. Who sent you?”

The leader of the gang looked at her with lustful eyes, “Beauty, don’t blame us. You’ve offended someone you shouldn’t have.”

Seeing that they would not reveal the name of their employer, Lyra did not bother to talk any more.

Taking off her high heels and holding them in her hand in front of them, she smiled, but her gaze was icy cold. “Well then, come on!”

At her words, the ten gangsters raised their rods and rushed over.

“Honk!”

Not far away, suddenly sounded a sharp car horn.

A silver-grey Lamborghini Hurricane appeared in sight with an extremely slick drifting.

Sitting on the driver’s seat now was a different person.

Fred was kicked out of the car by Melvin for his poor driving skills and had his salary deducted for a month.

Melvin got off the car with a handsome poker face.

With two straight long legs, he seemed to be walking with a swoosh of wind. Though he came alone, it seemed like he had got a troop behind him.

The gang were all frozen.

His cold eyes were burning with murderous intent. He walked past Lyra directly and kicked a man in the face.

Seeing this, the other gangsters instantly lifted their rods and fight with him.

Lyra saw that he was coming to the rescue, so she put her heels back on, and leaned against the car door to watch the combat.

Since someone was willing to make a move, she was happy to be the onlooker.

Melvin’s strikes were ruthless and fast. Within a few minutes, seven or eight were down, leaving the gang leader, highly alerted for Melvin’s attachk.

Melvin squeezed the bones of his hands, crackled, and his eyes were like the supermassive blackholes.

The gang leader was frightened by his stare; his legs trembled, and he suddenly knelt down.

“Bro, please spare me. I can get lost now. I won’t mess with that lady again. Please, mercy…”

Melvin opened his mouth and was about to ask a question, when Lyra walked over in her high heels, grabbing the gang leader by the collar with one hand. She asked in a hoarse voice, “Who sent you here?”

“I … I don’t know. We take any job as long as there’s profit. I really don’t know who it is.”

“Don’t wanna tell me?”

Lyra raised her other hand and instantly threw a hard slap on his face.

The gang leader was momentarily stunned by Lyra’s toughness. Glancing at the hawk-like eyes of Melvin next to him, he cried out, “Oooh, miss! No no no, Goddess Lord! I swear I really don’t know. That person paid generously, asking us to take turns to rape you and then take a video of the process and post it on the Internet. Ow!”

A kick suddenly came from the side and sent him flying straight onto a pillar.

With a bone cracked, the man spat out a large mouthful of blood and passed out on the spot.

Lyra scowled back at Melvin, “Why didn’t you wait for him to finish?”

Melvin said with a livid face, “You can keep listening to that? These men are utterly disgusting! Do you still want to let him go?”

He didn’t know what was wrong with him, and he couldn’t control his anger when he learned what those people were planning to do to Lyra.

Although divorced, at least she was his ex-wife. He wouldn’t allow others to do this to her.

But Lyra questioned him for that. Didn’t the man deserve to die?

This excessive kindness of hers amounted to stupidity.

Lyra stared at him in annoyance, “He passed out straight after your kick. He hasn’t even felt the pain at all. You’re supposed to torture him while he’s awake. Let him beg you for a quick death instead of endless sufferings. You were being too merciful.”

Melvin was rendered wordless.

It turned out he was overthinking it.

Damn kindness! She was clearly vengeful.

“I’ll have Fred look into what happened today, so you can rest assured that you don’t have to be afraid.”

Lyra rolled her eyes at him.

Did he actually think she was afraid?

However, Lyra had always been a grateful person. This time he saved her, so she could try not to be sarcastic as long as he didn’t pester her again.

She looked around at the gangsters lying on the ground, and suddenly had a guess. She turned to Melvin, “You’d better investigate thoroughly if this incident is related to someone of your family. If so, I won’t let them go.”

Melvin nodded, “Don’t worry. I’ll be impartial…”

He paused and stared at Lyra with a smirk, “But now, isn’t it time to talk about me and you?”

“Me and you?” Lyra was baffled, “The day I got my divorce papers, I was done with you for good. We had nothing to talk about.”Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

She finished, turned her head and prepared to get into her car and go home.

“Watch out!”

Melvin yelled.

The gangster closest to Lyra was seen quietly getting up from the ground, already raising his stick and swinging it towards Lyra’s head.

But Melvin was too far to stop it!

For the first time, the panic on his face was conspicuous.

The next second, Lyra accurately clutch the gangster’s swinging stick, a kick plus a beautiful flying mare, the man knocked to the ground with a loud thump.

The man didn’t even have time to wail before he passed out again.

After finishing this, Lyra looked back at Melvin, whose expression was still out of control, curled up her lips and raised her eyebrows, smiling provocatively.

Melvin’s expression shifted from panic to shock.

He watched Lyra’s green Santana pulled out of sight, and what lingered before his eyes was Lyra’s skillful counter-attack and her enchanting smile before she left.

After three years of marriage, he always thought his wife was a good-for-nothing pushover.

But after the divorce, she had surprised him over and over again.

He had never understood her!

He looked at the direction where Lyra left, his facing turning solemn.

Looking at the speed and movement of her strikes just now, it seemed to be… jiujitsu?

And probably of a high level.

This was by no means picked up overnight, and the pride exuding from her…

How could such a person be an orphan who grew up in the Frayton Orphanage?