A Divorce Make Me Rich

Late night.

Lyra sat in the first class cabin of the plane, sipping coffee, still very much in good spirits.

She looked out from the window, but unfortunately, the ink-like darkness of the night, even the outline of the clouds were difficult to identify.

Lyra was disinterested and about to withdraw her eyes.

Instead, a familiar figure was seen in the refraction of the small window.

The man wore sunglasses and met her eyes before turning his head again and avoiding her.

Her heart became a little more guarded. She quietly looked around, suddenly found that somehow, the few bodyguards she had brought up had passed out, and the rest of the passengers had fallen into a deep sleep.

It was strange. It was the smell of danger.

She stood up and thought about checking out the other cabins, only to turn around and find a man in a suit walking towards her with several equally strong men.

The man in the suit was the same the man in sunglasses that she just had a glance with.

It seemed their goal was clear, and it was clearly aimed at her.

Lyra simply stood in place.

Since it was impossible to dodge, it was better to just hit hard.

“Miss Carroll, it’s been a long time.”

The man took off his sunglasses and smiled at her, “I guess you didn’t expect that we would meet again so soon.”

“It’s you?”

Lyra frowned.

Fred raised his arm and waved behind him.

The group of black-clad men got his instructions and quickly surrounded Lyra.

“I’ve heard Miss Carroll knows jujitsu and is good at it, but I advise you to be honest. I have this plane under my control and if you struggle, I don’t mind killing all of the passengers and creating a plane crash. I don’t think you want those people die because of you.”

He put away the smile on his face, sat down in his seat and looked at her indifferently.

“I’m really sorry, but this is the arrangement of the boss.”

“Melvin?” wrinkled Lyra’s brow, her expression growing cold, “He would send you to do such a thing?”

“I told you a long time ago. You did that heinous thing to Miss Matthews. She is the fiancee of the boss, and boss will not let you off the hook, so that’s the price.”

Fred took out a saber and weighed it in his hand, “I advise you not to struggle unnecessarily. The lives of all the passengers are now in my hands, unless you really want this group of innocent people to die with you.”

Lyra sneered and did not move, glancing at the side with the remaining light, trying to find an opportunity to escape.

“I didn’t expect him to be so heartless. He really loves Charlotte.”

Lyra mocked as she silently extended her foot and hooked out a parachute bag under the seat.

Fred did not notice her small movements, but seeing that her face was not the least bit panicked, his eyebrows knitted and he said nonchalantly, “Don’t you try to play tricks. Otherwise it won’t be a matter of you dying on the plane alone. Try it if you don’t believe me.”

Behind him were several stout thugs who quickly took several hostages in the cabin, with threatening eyes.

Lyra’s mouth lifted in a sneer as she grabbed the hot coffee cup on her seat and threw it at Fred.

“It’s not your turn to decide what I’m going to do.”

While the attention of a group of people was attracted by the coffee cup, she kicked open the cabin door, put on the parachute bag quickly, and jumped into the dark night.

“Quick! Stop her! Don’t let her jump out of the plane!”

By the time Fred realized what she was about to do, it was too late.

He walked quickly to the cabin door and poked his head out to look.

There were only a few stars in the night sky, and not a trace of Lyra could be seen at all.

At the same time, in the darkness, Lyra’s body continued to fall, with all the whistling wind in the ears.

She held her breath and could only open the parachute by feel.

…

Fred and the rest of the fighters were still looking out around the cabin door, and it was so dark that he couldn’t predict the altitude.

“You can rest assured that jumping from such a high place without any protective measures, she will certainly die. It is estimated that even her dead body can not be found.”

Fred was relieved to hear the words of one of the thugs. Indeed, it was a completion of the task Charlotte had given him anyway.

“Miss Matthews, are you asleep?” He touched his ear lightly and spoke into the miniature blue-tooth headset.

Prior to this, he quietly untapped Charlotte’s phone in Melvin’s name, allowing her to communicate freely with the outside world.

“How can I sleep without hearing from you? How is the matter entrusted to you?” Charlotte in the hospital room was impatient

“Don’t worry about it. It’s kind of done.” Fred replied hesitantly.

“What do you mean?”

Charlotte’s voice rose a few notches, “Did you guys miss? She didn’t die?”

“She jumped from the plane without any safety measures, and at this height, she was bound to die.”

Charlotte felt relieved and said with satisfaction, “Well done, Fred. Thank you very much indeed.”

After hanging up the phone, she smiled smugly.

No matter how capable this bitch was, she still failed! She was the final winner!

However, even though getting rid of Lyra was exciting enough, she did not forget Abigail as a hidden problem.

Because she knew how much Keith was interested in Lyra, she was afraid of him, and even more afraid that if Keith learned of Lyra’s death, he will use Abigail to take out his anger for Lyra.

Thinking about it, Charlotte’s face darkened again. She picked up her phone again, and dialed another number.

“Did it work out?”

Irene on the other end of the phone asked impatiently.

“That bitch was forced to jump out of the plane, so you’ll have to wait for her death.”

Charlotte was very pleased with herself and asked, “How are you doing there? Have you found out where Abigail is?”

“No, my people have been checking for a long time, and still no news at all.”

Irene had searched almost the whole of Frayton and found nothing about Abigail, but she seemed to have been evaporated and there was no news of her.

Charlotte hung up the phone distractedly, and her good mood just now was swept away.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Although she had got rid of Lyra, Abigail was also a troublesome existence.

Keeping Abigail will always be a curse.

But if Lyra had really taken her, where would Lyra have put her?

Where did Irene hide her that no one can’t find?

Since Lyra’s divorce, she and Keith have gotten too close. Was it possible … ?

Charlotte’s eyes lit up abruptly and another phone call was made to Irene.

“Can you finish what you have to say at once?”

Irene, who was just about to fall asleep when she was disturbed, forced herself to hold her temper so that she didn’t swear at her, “Say, what is it this time?”

“As Keith’s fiancee, you should know where he lives in Frayton, right?”

“That’s for sure.”

“First thing tomorrow morning, you quietly take someone to Keith’s villa to check it out. I suspect Abigail is probably there!”