After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 126 Who is the chief plotter

It seemed he was tired enough last night, so he was in a very deep sleep.

Lyra stared at him for a moment.

Seeing the slightly puffy marks on his left cheek and the blood at the corners of his mouth, she thought

he looked miserable, not much better than her.

Although she had ran out of strength last night and could not remember what happened afterwards,

Melvin should not have done anything to her according to the current situation.

She pursed the corners of her mouth, and suddenly tasted a hint of sweetness. It was glucose?

He was the one who drugged her, and pretended to be a good guy?

Oh.

The chill in Lyra's eyes was cold and piercing.

Was he hosting a self-directed show for her? Just wait for it!

She got out of the tub and gingerly exited the bathroom, not waking him up.

...

Melvin was awakened by a sharp pain in his back.

He leaned against the side of the tub in this position, which almost dislocated his arms .

Last night, he was so busy helping Lyra get her fever down that he forgot to apply the medicine on

himself. He also accidentally hit the sharp corner of the bed, so he guessed his back was even more

swollen.

He sighed, sat up and realized that the person in the tub was gone!

When did she wake up?

He didn't know anything about it. It seemed that 023, a special drug, did reduce his acuity quite a bit.

He got up and walked over to the sink, cleaned the blood off the corner of his mouth in the mirror, and

went downstairs to find Lyra.

In the living room, the atmosphere was extremely grim.

Lyra sat on the sofa with her arms folded in front of her chest and a cold face.

Eleven, Fifteen, Seventeen and Eighteen, the four bodyguards stood behind the sofa in a disciplined

manner, with the same dark expression as the Rakshasa.

As soon as Melvin came downstairs, he saw this man-eating situation and knew that what was coming

was always coming.

He walked over at a heavy pace and stood in front of Lyra across the coffee table.

Lyra's cold eyes lifted and glowered at him, but she did not speak.

Seventeen behind her was the first to point at the two packets of sugar packets on the table and said,

"Mr. Freeman, last night the lady asked you to make coffee. You did make coffee but put something

nasty in it. Isn't it too much? We found another sugar packets containing drug from your room. How do

you explain this?"

Melvin stared at Lyra with unblinking eyes and explained, "It is true that I put the sugar in the tray and

brought it to you. That is a fact. I don't deny it, but the fact that the sugar contains drug and I didn't

know about it beforehand."

Lyra posed a smile slightly, which was a sarcastic look.

What were so convincing about such two glib sentences?

Melvin knew that she will not believe it at all, but still wanted to try again, "Last night I said I will not lie

to you in the future. I really mean it. Can you ... believe me again this time?"

Lyra chuckled.

"When Charlotte drugged you, you yourself came to my room late at night, and the next day you

suspected it was me. Did you give me a chance to explain? If I hadn't provided the evidence to you,

you would have believed me?"

He knew it was an insurmountable obstacle.

Melvin pursed his thin lips, speechless.

Lyra continued, "Last night you said you promised not to cheat on me again, and then you turned

around and drugged me! You made the coffee this time, and you were the first one to rush in after I

accidentally ingested it, so you dare say you had nothing to do with it?"

"In fact, if this year-long agreement is too much for you, I can give you a fair chance to compete so that

you can maybe take the Freeman group and manor back."

She stopped and her expression suddenly turned cold and stern, "But you like to use this kind of

underhanded means, then sorry, I hate deception most !"

Melvin guessed this would be the case and smiled miserably, "What do you want to do?"

"It's easy."

Lyra smiled contemptuously and gently raised her hand. Seventeen immediately brought a cup of warm

water from the kitchen and placed it on the coffee table.

She said, "I know that the sugar packets were given by Fiona when you went to the Freeman Manor.

Now there are two packets of sugar left on the table from your room. After testing, one is the drug and

the other is real sugar. Between you and her, you choose one to be the plotter."

Melvin wrinkled his brows and looked down at the packets on the coffee table without speaking.

Lyra continued, "If you can pick the sugar out, then I'll believe you're just an accomplice. Or you're

being kept in the dark and are being used by Fiona. And I'll let you go."

"Take your pick, Mr. Freeman."

The two words at the end of her sentence were highly ironic.

Melvin stood still and kept staring at her, trying to find other emotions in her eyes.

Unfortunately, there was no other emotions. NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

And yes. Didn't he deserve to be distrusted by her?

He smiled to himself, walked to the coffee table, took the two packets of sugar and observed them.

In front of everyone's staring eyes, he tore open both packets, poured them into the warm water and

shook it well. Then he tilted his head and drank it all in one go.

"Mr. Freeman, you!"

Eleven trusted him most. Seeing that he actually drank both packs, his face changed greatly.

Last night the lady only drank half a cup of coffee with the drug, but she reacted strongly like that. This

was the most potent drug in the black market.

He drank a whole cup of water. Did he really want to die?

The lady let him choose, and there was still a 50% chance of getting the right one! What a

inconsiderate man he was!

"Very well, I respect Mr. Freeman's choice."

Lyra's face was also dark, "Seventeen, Eighteen. Take Mr. Freeman down to the basement."

"Yes."

Seventeen and Eighteen made a move to press Melvin's shoulder.

Melvin refused, "No, I'll walk by myself."

After he finished, he went towards the basement, and Lyra and her men followed him to the basement's

door.

It was a little bleak to see his back as he went in alone.

The bodyguard brought Lyra a chair and Lyra sat down in front of the steps into the basement and

waited for the drug to kick in.

...

The basement was empty, and since Lyra had just moved in, there wasn't much stuff.

The bouncers didn't leave the light on for Melvin before closing the door.

He was alone in the darkness.

Only five minutes, he gradually felt his body began to dry up. The attack was really fast.

This time the drug was much more potent than the night before the divorce.

At first, he could stand, but the burning sensation from his heart grew stronger, and he finally

understood why Lyra had cowered under the table when he first found her last night.

Because this drug was making him extremely uncomfortable, if not released, it felt like his heart can be

eaten alive by that fire of lust.

After enduring that for half an hour, he was sweating profusely, as if his whole person was drenched

into the water. His body was amazingly hot, and the fire was eroding his sanity little by little.

Outside the door, Lyra sat quietly, her palms clenched tightly, and her face was expressionless.

A few bodyguards stood right behind her. The basement was so quiet that there was no sound at all.

Gradually, they heard the sound of his heavy breathing.

Almost an hour later, there was a sudden, beastly, heartbreaking low roar from inside.

Everyone outside the door was startled.

That was a whole packet of drug!

If he didn't get relief, the pain was fatal!

Eleven couldn't stand it anymore, "Miss, it's been an hour! I believe Mr. Freeman has learned his

lesson. If he is left to endure it on his own, he will die!"