A Divorce Make Me Rich

“What?!”

The kidnapper didn’t expect her to suddenly ask this off-topic question and didn’t react for a while.

“I ask, which hand hit her and which foot kicked her?”

Lyra said one by one, and smiled with her eyebrows arched.

Obviously the woman in front of him smiled brightly, but the kidnapper leader could feel her vaguely threatening aura, continued to kowtow and beg for mercy, and even slapped himself.

“I was wrong. I deserve to die! Please let me go!”

“One last chance.”

Lyra’s eyes narrowed slightly and her face was a little displeased.

“Right … right hand, both feet have kicked …,” the kidnapper replied with a shudder.

Lyra got up and searched for a barbed stick from the corner of the cabin.

Keith knew she had anger in her heart and didn’t step forward to stop it.

“Ah!”

Soon, the kidnappers’ howls of pain echoed through the cabin.

Melvin quietly watched the whole process of torturing him with her own hands.

Last time he had seen with his own eyes at the hotel how badly several of Grandviz’s directors had been cleaned up by her, but this time he saw it with his own eyes and was still shocked by how tough she was.

In just a few minutes, the head kidnapper was beaten up by her, crying out, but wherever she touched Melissa’s body, she was beaten badly. And there was not a single piece of good skin on his body.

Seeing that it was almost done, Lyra threw the stick and clapped her hands, “If you dare to touch my people, this is the price.”

“Should we have someone beat him up two more times?”

Keith asked eagerly, fearing that his little princess was not relieved enough.

“No need, his right hand and knee have been shattered. He will be a cripple for the rest of his life.”

She coldly swept a glance at the four masked men held down by the bodyguards, “I will pay back the people who hurt me a hundred times over.”

Melvin looked at her in a daze and found her unexpectedly protective.

“What about you? Did you get hurt yourself after helping her out?” Keith’s eyes looked worried.

“Yes there is!” Lyra pouted, spreading her hands out and holding them up to him, “My hands are red after all that fighting.”

Keith immediately took her small hand and gently wrapped it in his palm, bringing it to his mouth and blowing gently on it.

“How’s that? Does it still hurt?”

He took her hand and rubbed it tenderly a few more times. His eyes were so full of doting that they were about to overflow.

“It won’t hurt if you rub it a little longer.” Lyra enjoyed his massage and continued to pamper him.

The intimacy of the two, as if no one was watching, made Melvin unhappy and his dark eyes glow with anger.

Lyra noticed the unusual gaze next to her and turned her head to meet him, “Mr. Freeman is so idle, why don’t you care more about your fiancée? This time she touched my people, I will not let her go, and if you protect your shortcomings, I will even clean up with you.”

That look of ruthlessness returned to her face.

She didn’t give him time to respond, and with a cold snort, she exited the cabin, not willing to stay with him for a moment longer.

Keith arranged for his bodyguard to pick up the unconscious Melissa and followed him out.

Melissa’s injuries were serious and she had been injected with a coma-causing drug by the kidnappers. If she was not taken to the hospital immediately, she feared her life would be in danger.

Lyra ordered someone to put her on the passenger side of her Magotan, adjusted the seat to a comfortable curve, and drove as fast as she could to get back to the city.

Keith drove behind her, alarmed at her increasing speed.

The nearest hospital to them happened to be the city hospital where Charlotte was hospitalized. Although Lyra did not want to enter here, but did not want to delay. Still sbe checked in and asked the experienced doctor to treat Melissa.

After several hours of emergency treatment, Melissa’s condition was stabilized.

Although there were many wounds on her body, but none of them hurt the vital. She had not woken up because of excessive drug intake from the coma, but as long as she recuperated in the hospital for a few days, she can be discharged after recovering her body.

Lyra was at her bedside, looking at her pale, paper-like face with a frown.

“What are you going to do? There’s always a plan to counter-kill.”

Keith asked, standing beside her and looking at the side of her face.

“This time, I was going to ignore it, but they kept challenging me and even hurt my best friend. I will let them know that if they dare to mess with me, they must pay the price!”

Keith saw that she was really angry this time and wasn’t going to discourage it.

“I must attack its vitals, then this time start with the Matthews family that has brought her to this height today.”

“The Matthews family?”

Keith rubbed his chin, “Makes sense, but it’s not that easy.”

“I’m only starting with the Matthews family and not endangering innocent people.” The corners of Lyra’s mouth lifted in a smile that looked dangerous and charming.

Keith’s eyes were full of inquiry, “What does that say?”

“If memory serves me correctly, it seems that in addition to Charlotte, who is recovering from her injuries here, her sister Abigail, who suffered a car accident and became a vegetable, is also in this hospital.”

Lyra picked up a glass of water and took a sip, and did not answer him directly, but the words had a deep meaning.

Keith looked at her brightly smiling face and seemed to understand something.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

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Half an hour later, she took a few bodyguards up to the fourth floor and arrived at the door of Abigail’s room.

Several of the Matthews family’s bodyguards stopped them and the two scuffled.

The incident soon alerted Katelyn, who was in the lounge, and she pulled Lyra, who was about to enter the room, in shock and anger.

“What else do you want to do? Abigail is already in the hospital in a vegetative state. Do you want to do something to her?”

“Mrs. Matthews, there is no need to be so nervous. I will not do anything to your daughter. I am here to take her away.”

Katelyn didn’t expect her to say something like that, “I won’t let you take her! I won’t allow it! If you want to take her, you’ll have to step over my dead body first!”

“Don’t you want to find out who killed your daughter?”

Lyra raised her eyebrows slightly.

“I have a way to find out who’s behind this and, to get Abigail to wake up.”

“What! You mean Abigail she …”

Katelyn’s pupils froze on the spot.

She always thought that Abigail’s car accident was just an accident, and never thought that someone else could have caused this incident.

Today, after listening to Lyra, she thought about it and this was indeed suspicious.

Despite this, Katelyn didn’t fully trust her, “No, who knows what you’ll do to her if you take her away? I have no reason to trust you. Don’t you dare try to hit on Abigail.”

“You’re overthinking it.”

Lyra casually sat down on the corridor bench, her slender legs folded, looking at her with a smirk, “I’ll say this one last time. I’ll wake her up and help you find the killer.”

“Why would you help me?”

Katelyn glanced at a few strong bodyguards around her. The few bodyguards she had arranged at the door were controlled by her without any effort, and they were not even able to fight back.

Even if they insisted on disagreeing, it seemed that it was hard to defeat the people she brought.

Katelyn was deep in thought.

Lyra seemed to read her thoughts and smiled, “As you can see, you’ll just have to choose to trust me.”