A Divorce Make Me Rich

It was a girl’s voice.

“Shut up if you don’t want to die.” The scar-faced man was holding a dagger against the girl’s cheek.

The other man, with one foot stepping on her chest, laughed wickedly.

The girl was so frightened that she could only nod in cooperation.

Seeing her gave up struggling, the two were even more pleased, “Babe, we haven’t banged a woman for a long time. As long as you made us happy, we’ll let you go afterwards.”

The girl sobbed uncontrollably at his words.

The two men, lecherous grins on their faces, began to molest her.

Having just unbuttoned the collar of her shirt, one of the men felt a sudden blunt hit on the back of his head. Covering the bleeding wound with his hands, the man gave out a wail before collapsing.

The scar-faced man was startled by this sudden turn of events. He jerked his head to look and saw that it was a woman.

Lyra was holding the high heels in her hand, standing there like a queen in her all-white suits.

Once the scar-faced man saw her, his eyes lit up with surprise, “Yo, a feisty little kitty, I like it.”

Fiddling with the high heels in her hand, Lyra sneered, “You like it? I’m way out of your league.”

The scar-faced man was enraged. He cursed “bitch” and charged towards Lyra with his knife.

He was knocked down by Lyra in three strikes and couldn’t even get up.

The girl huddled up into a ball out of fear, her whole body shaking, and her eyes filled with terror.

Her cheeks were tinted with redness, as if she was slightly drunk.

Looking at her cowering, Lyra suddenly felt an ache in her heart and an image flashed across her head so fast she couldn’t even catch it.

She shook her head and the strange feeling she just had disappeared completely.

Perhaps… she was too tired today that she got hallucination?

Lyra did not think much about it and turned to look at the girl in the corner who looked about 18 years old.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“You’re safe to go home.”

After saying that, she was ready leave when her wrist was suddenly clutched by someone.

She turned around and met a pair of expectant eyes, “Miss, I was out drinking with my friends. I was separated from them. My phone was broken by those two thugs. Could you take me home?”

Seeing Lyra hesitate, the girl continued, “My name is Katrina. Miss, please help me…”

Lyra looked at her phone, it was already 9:30 pm.

It was late. Their current location was quite remote, thus indeed rather dangerous for a girl alone.

“Let’s go. Where’s your home?”

“Room 308, No. 2, Sub Voldale.”

Katrina followed her, still clutching her hand, as if she had found something extremely reassuring to her.

She didn’t let go until she got on the back seat of the car.

In the car, the girl looked exhausted and soon fell asleep leaning against the car seat.

Lyra looked at her through the rearview mirror from time to time, and when she saw that she was asleep, she drove the car at a slower rate.

After about 20 minutes, the girl in the back seat was still sleeping soundly, Lyra’s phone was running out of battery, so she called out to her twice to ask for more details about the address. But seeing that the girl did fall asleep, she didn’t bother again and drove on according to her memory.

The windows were all closed so it was very quiet in the car.

Lyra sniffed and suddenly realized that something was not right!

Katrina said she was out drinking with friends, and although her face was flushed, she didn’t smell a bit of alcohol.

So, she didn’t drink at all!

The training base was located in a remote place in the suburbs, with no pubs or restaurants nearby at all.

Katrina was pretending!

Just then, Lyra felt wind sweeping by her ear.

Almost instinctively, she grab the hand that was reaching out to her from behind.

A thumb-length syringe was two millimeters short of piercing the skin on her neck.

“When did you… see through me?”

Katrina had not expected Lyra to crack her trick so quickly, so she stopped pretending. She increased strength on both hands, hellbent on stabbing the needle into Lyra’s neck.

Lyra knew she couldn’t hold for long with only one hand. The car was driving at a constant speed in the countryside when she pulled the handbrake up in a hurry.

When wheels were quickly locked, the entire car suddenly lost balance and flipped straight over, breaking the guardrail and rolling into the roadside lawn.

Because the driver’s seat was protected by an airbag, Lyra only scraped her forehead and got out of the car quickly.

Looking at the Volkswagen Santana, whose shell was almost smashed, Lyra tsked. It was a pity that the car had not been with her for long before it died a glorious death.

Seeing that Katrina in the back seat did not come out, Lyra opened the car door and personally carried Katrina out of the car, who had passed out with her face and body injured, and laid her down on the lawn.

Having tried quite a few methods, Lyra finally managed to wake Katrina up.

Seeing that it was Lyra who saved her, Katrina seemed incredulous, “Why did you save me? I hurt you. You should have killed me.”

Lyra gave her a cold look and didn’t answer her question, but only asked, “Who sent you?”

Katrina was instantly mute and looked away without speaking.

Lyra smiled, “Let me guess, Charlotte Matthews, or Irene Frazier? Or… both?”

Considering Charlotte’s ability, even if she could come up with such a meticulous plan, it would be impossible for her to hire a such a skilled assassin; plus the fact that Charlotte became the Matton Corp’s heir, Lyra concluded that the two were probably teaming up.

Katrina ignored her question, “I failed and you got me, so just kill me.”

“Kill you?” Lyra gave a sarcastic smile, “How boring would that be.”

Katrina looked at her, confused.

The suburbs are dim at night, with only a few scattered streetlights.

Lyra’s eyes were glinting with excitement, like those bright stars in the night sky.

“The drug in your syringe is to knock me out, right? They asked you to make me unconscious so that you could take me somewhere and then torture me, didn’t they?”

Katrina was stunned as she stared incredulously at Lyra’s face.

How could she have guessed it all?

Under such an angelic face, there was such an intelligent mind?

Katrina didn’t say anything, just staring at her.

Lyra smiled like an innocent little girl, “Since that’s the case, do as you’re told then.”

“What?”

…

Five minutes later, Katrina sent a text message, “Target down. Heading to the abandoned hut.”

Charlotte, who received this message, was so thrilled that she practically jumped up from her bed.

That bitch finally fell into her trap!

She was ridiculed by the whole internet. No way she would swallow this humiliation!

She couldn’t wait to see that bitch being screwed.

Smirking evilly, she immediately texted someone on her phone.

“The target will be there soon. Bring ten strong men. Give her a good beating before going through the process as we agreed upon.”

The other side replied quickly, “As long as we got the money.”

Charlotte gritted her teeth and transferred another half million to the other side, her heart aching slightly.

But if this time she could shove Lyra to hell, this money was nothing.

Shortly after putting the phone down, Charlotte received another text message from Katrina.

“Probably overdose, the target in severe condition. Please hurry over and take a look.”

In severe condition?

No can do? She wanted that bitch to suffer her humiliation while being awake! It would be a life worse than death!