After Divorce I Am A Billionaire

Chapter 120 Acting again?

9:00 pm.

Melvin was awakened by the sound of two crisp bird calls.

Enduring the excruciating pain in his back, he gritted his teeth and stood up strongly from the ground.

There was business to be done in the evening and he had to be awake.

He held the guardrail and went back to his room on the second floor. Then he went straight into the bathroom and turned the shower on to the hottest temperature.

Because the back of the shirt stained with blood, and he had fainted for six hours and did not change the shirt down in time, the blood from the wound and the shirt's fabric stuck together. If he forced to change clothes, the shirt can be peeled off a layer of skin on the spot. Only with hot water can let him quickly take off the clothes. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

But hot water could make the wound on the back a second time torture. It was as if millions of needles were stabbed into the back.

Melvin was shaking with pain.

He gritted his teeth. Under the hot water, although the body was in severe pain, his brain was instead increasingly clear.

After about a few minutes of rinsing, he changed into clean clothes and came out. Turning off the lights and using the dead angle of the location where the bodyguard would be hiding, he pretended to lie down on the bed and sleep, silently tucking the extra bedding he had prepared in advance and pretending that he was sleeping.

Then he quietly rolled from the other side of the bed to the foot of it. When his back accidentally touched the ground, he shivered in pain, and his eyes were dizzy.

After a two-minute rest, he went out through the door of the room that had been left open, walked to the other side of the room that belonged to the blind spot of the bodyguard's view, and followed the pipe next to the window down to the first floor.

This location happened to be the back door.

Chad heard the slightest movement and came out and reported in a whisper through the metal door.

"Boss, the Callahan family had only one missing daughter six years ago, but that girl had been found three years ago. I can find her picture online. Certainly she is not Miss Carroll. Other than that, there is no other girls missing at that time. "

Melvin listened to him and the original pain-bearing eyes gradually darkened.

Chad continued, "But I went to visit the prison and learned that Miss Carroll once visited the neighbor city to bring back a doctor to treat Abigail herself. I screened with all my men and eventually found out that the doctor she was looking for was... ...Micah."

Micah?

Melvin was stunned on the spot.

Micah was a major player in the medical field, and his status was evident, but there was a rumor that he was aloof, arrogant, silent, and a medical nerd. And he had never had any women around.

How could Lyra hire such a person?

The only three sons of the Lloyd family actually had an unspeakable relationship with Lyra! They even helped her from the bottom of their hearts!

The Carver family also seemed to be a distant relative of the Lloyd family, so it gained advantages from it and dared to flaunt in Frayton.

Her relationship with the Lloyd family was not simple ...

Could she also be from the Lloyd family?

Melvin's expression grew colder and colder, "Check out the Lloyd family! Whether it's a side branch of the Lloyd family or a distant relative, as long as it matches up with Lyra's timeline, report all of them!"

Chad thought about it, "Boss, do you remember six years ago, the patriarch of Lloyd family's youngest daughter seems ..."

Ding!

Before he could finish his sentence, suddenly there were headlights flashing.

Lyra came back!

Why did she suddenly come back at this hour?

"Boss, be careful when you're back and take care of yourself! I will definitely investigate thoroughly!"

Chad gave him a worried look and turned to quickly disappear into the darkness.

That son of a bitch! He was a fast runner!

Melvin immediately turned around and tried to enter through the front door of the garden connecting to the living room, but in front of it, Lyra had gotten out of the car and there were lights at the garden, so

he would definitely be exposed!

No way. Melvin had no choice but to look at the pipe that he used to come down. This was the only way.

He ignored the pain in his back and immediately began to step on it.

...

Lyra was entering the hall from the garden and asked her bodyguard Seventeen as she walked, "Is he restless these days?"

Seventeen answered honestly, "Mr. Freeman has tried to go out twice, and after we refused, he hasn't asked again. He's in bed by now."

Lyra frowned.

She looked at the time. It was only 9:30pm. He would go to bed so early?

"I just don't believe he's really that well behaved!"

Lyra said as she walked upstairs, with Seventeen and Eighteen following behind her.

The door to Melvin's room was left open, and Lyra was a little surprised, but didn't think much of it.

She pushed open the door to her room and saw, by the light in the hallway, that Melvin was lying on the bed with his back to the door. He was indeed sleeping.

Was she overthinking?

Lyra slammed the door shut, and Seventeen and Eighteen were quietly relieved to see that she hadn't noticed anything.

However, Lyra had just taken two steps out when her feet stopped.

Just when she opened the door, it seemed to see the color of Melvin's collar was a little dark ...

Was it wet?

He was sweating?

There was a problem!

Lyra immediately fell back, and this time she didn't hesitate to turn on the light and get a good look at the man who curled up with his back to the bed.

She walked over to the bed and confirmed that the back collar of his shirt was indeed wet, smiling in mockery.

"Melvin, you sleep really hard. You can actually get tired and sweat."

The man on the bed closed his eyes tightly and did not answer her.

Lyra got a little infuriated, "Stop pretending. I know you haven't slept. You sweat so much. What the hell were you doing?"

It was revealed.

Melvin was silent, and suddenly his brow knitted very tightly.

He murmured in a low, hoarse voice, "It hurts ..."

"Hurt? What kind of bitterness are you acting!?"

Lyra said as her hand inadvertently pushed his back.

"Uh pain ..."

The man let out a miserable cry and was suddenly drenched in cold sweat. His features tightened and his expression pained.

Seventeen and Eighteen who were standing behind Lyra were nervous.

During the day, the two of them were outside, listening to the sound of the cane whistling made them fear.

But the man did not say a word!

During the day, he was quite courageous but he was shouting pain and screaming at the moment, deliberately playing weak?

This fucking acting could make him win the Oscars award!

Movie stars were not as good as him who can pretend hey!

It was clearly he was trying to screw Master Keith!

Seventeen and Eighteen were so angry, but can not show it in front of Lyra.

Lyra, who was standing in front, did not notice the mental activities of the two of them.

Melvin did look bad, and it was not like he was faking it.

She unbuttoned the two buttons of his shirt and gave it a gentle tug towards the back.

Into the eyes were crisscrossed with purple prongs. There was almost no piece of good flesh on his back. With the several severe ones, the wounds had become black and purple blood-blocks, and even broken skin, flooded with blood.

Seventeen and Eighteen saw her face getting colder and colder, and were ready for the next moment when she would get furious and they would kneel down on the spot.

It didn't expect that Lyra's tone was calm, "Who did this?"

The two men could not understand whether she was angry or not, so they had to answer honestly.

"It's Master Keith."

"With what?"

"With ... cane, ninety times." Seventeen paused and hurried to help his own master, "Miss, Master Keith is heartbroken that you are injured. He is angry, so ..."

Lyra's expression was light, "Got it, since Mr. Lloyd did it, he deserved it."

Hearing her words, Melvin's hand under the blanket clenched abruptly.