After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 250 Reach out your hands

Lyra hurried to the hospital and the first thing she did was to ask Eleven and Twelve, who were

following her, to stand guard at the entrance in case there were paparazzi following and

eavesdropping.

When she entered the ward, Melissa was already awake and was looking out the window with her head

tilted, looking haggard.

Melissa heard the movement of the door closing, but did not turn around, "Lyra, I would be better off if I

died today."

Lyra sat down at the bedside, feeling a little distressed.

On the way here, Lyra already knew roughly what had happened.

Corey Irwin was a rising star in the entertainment industry, and after Melissa became popular with

Butterfly Girls, he took the initiative to hit on her.

A lot of TV showed deliberately made news about Corey and her, and the two quietly established a

romantic relationship three months ago.

No one expected that Corey was a scum. He cheated on her, and the mistress was Melissa's

teammate in Butterfly Girls, Gloria Maldonado.

Gloria deliberately sidelined Melissa in the team, isolating her and making things difficult for her in

private.

Melissa had busy schedule. With Corey's cold violence and her being isolated, she had breakdown.

Lyra blamed herself a bit. Since she signed her, she only focused on helping her to get good notices,

but neglected her psychological problems.

"Corey he's a big scumbag!"

Melissa turned back and took her hand, and tears fell from her eyes.

"Lyra, is it my fault. He thinks I'm too dull and I won't kiss or even sleep with him and do what couples

are supposed to do. Am I wrong?"

"You're not wrong. It's your right to do it or not. He wouldn't give you up for that reason if he really loves

you."

Melissa cried even more.

Lyra took the initiative to hug her and let her cry in her arms without fear.

"I went to see him today. I ran into him having sex with Gloria. He said I was just an orphan and not

good enough for him. He was only with me for my fame, but I really like him ..."

Lyra smoothed her back. Girls who fall in love were so stupid?

Melissa was sad now, but she had to wake her up!

"Melissa, it's not that he looks down on you. It's that you yourself have low self-esteem from the bottom

of your heart because of this. You have to be strong inside yourself!"

"And you're not wrong. Corey cheated. He's a scum. Gloria knows you're in a relationship with him.

She didn't restrain herself, but also take the lead to ostracize you. You can't commit suicide anymore.

Don't you want to be strong and make the scum who bullied you pay the price?"

Melissa shook her head, falling into self-doubt, "I ... I'm not like you. I don't have anything ..."

"Precisely because there is nothing, you fight with them. What are you afraid of losing?"

Her words were forceful, "Besides, you still have me. Don't you want to see that pair of scum and bitchy

kneeling at your feet?"

Melissa stopped crying instantly and looked at her seriously. Her eyes were gradually firm.

...

From the ward, Lyra made a phone call to the Darkbell organization.

"Find evidence of Corey and Gloria's affair as soon as possible. I want photos."

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Leaving Melissa alone in the hospital, she was not too assured, so she left both Eleven and Twelve in

the hospital temporarily to look after Melissa.

Just off the elevator and out of the hospital, she saw Malcolm's car from a distance.

Malcolm himself was leaning against the side of the car, wearing a silver and gray ghostly mask. She

was unable to see his face from afar.

Lyra was surprised and trotted over, "What are you doing here?"

Malcolm's voice was deep, "Did you forget I was coming to pick you up? Why didn't you tell me you

were coming to the hospital?"

He waited for a long time under the Angle Group. Lyra did not answer the phone, so he asked Kellie

and knew that she came to the hospital.

"Oh yeah!" Lyra rubbed her earlobe in embarrassment, "I was busy and forgot. I'll pay attention next

time."

Was there a next time?

Malcolm was a little upset and didn't say anything for now. He would fix her when they got back!

He opened the door for Lyra. His left hand almost habitually blocked the top edge of the car to prevent

her from bumping her head.

The two went back to the White Manor together.

At dinner, Lyra didn't say a word, still thinking about Melissa.

Malcolm was jealous, always feeling that Rara cared more for Melissa than she did for him.

Lyra finished her meal and went back to her bedroom.

Malcolm was even more furious, and when she went to her room, he quietly went to his room and took

the whip.

He must teach his wife a lesson tonight!

He came to Lyra's door and hid the whip behind him first.

Lyra did not lock the door. He took a deep breath and unscrewed the doorknob. Lyra was sitting on the

edge of the bed on the phone, while he aggressively took out the whip with his sullen face.

"Lyra Lloyd! You didn't even tell me when you went to the hospital. Do you even have me as your

fiancé in your eyes?"

Lyra, who was talking on the phone with Darkbell's men, looked up at him inexplicably.

Malcolm took the whip to the bedside table and slapped it viciously, making a loud "pop" sound.

The sound was so appalling that it startled himself.

Adhering to the principle of not giving up, he scowled and scolded her, "Reach out. I'm going to give

you a good lesson tonight!"

Lyra stared at him, "?"

...

Two minutes later.

Malcolm was defeated by the cold light of her eyes.

His back was straight as he knelt on the carpet beside the bed. His hands were holding his ears in a

good manner, but his face was unruly and written with defiance.

Lyra sat leisurely on the edge of the bed, absently playing with the whip he had brought.

"Yes Malcolm, you want to rebel? Have you forgotten what you promised me yourself last night in front

of Lloyd's Parlor?"

Malcolm choked.

Lyra said last night he must pay it back in a few days.

He was really forgetting ...

Lyra looked at him and guessed that he should have forgotten, but it was okay for she can help him

deepen his memory later.

She measured the length of the whip and it was thicker than her pinky finger.

Malcolm was very hard-hearted!

This whip was much more powerful than the one she gave Sheila at the beginning.

Since he had handed it over, how can she not fulfill his intention?

"I didn't intend to take care of you tonight when the Angle Group was in trouble, but you're the one

who's going to bring it to me."

She coldly lowered her eyes and said in a deep voice, following his tone of voice just now, "Reach out.

I'm going to teach you a lesson!"

Malcolm struggled internally and did not move.

"Hmm?"

Lyra gave him a threatening look, "You're a big man. Your promise is a bullshit?"

Malcolm was dumbfounded and swallowed.

He slowly passed his left hand to her, with palm up.

Lyra was not ambiguous and hit his hand.

There was a muffled "pop" sound.

He did not move and not even frown.

Lyra's voice was soft as she asked, "Does it hurt?"

Malcolm took a good look at it and answered honestly, "It's okay."

He had spent many years in the army, and although the thick calluses had been less because of living

in Frayton for years, the skin on his hands was still rough.

With this whip, his palm was just stained with a two-finger-wide red mark.

The bruises were not serious, but they actually hurt, just within his tolerance range.

Lyra wasn't satisfied with his answer.

Not bad equaled to average.

That meant no pain.

She seemed to be merciful.