"Your father said you can choose not to go back now, but you must accept the Angle Group in Frayton. It's a subsidiary of Lloyd Group. You need to make sure the group's profit for the current year is five points higher than previous."

"He said that you could refuse, but the Freeman Group could end up very badly as a result."

Lyra gritted her teeth in hatred.

Before the old Mr. Freeman died, she had promised that she would help the Freeman Group, so she couldn't let anything happen to them.

Her dad clearly had known her soft spot this time, but instead of using it to threaten her to go home, he wanted her to take over the Angle Group.

What the hell was he up to actually?

"Okay, as he wishes!"

Lyra took a pen, signed her name, and took the thirty-billion-dollar black card.

She looked at the card and shook her head in amusement.

A few minutes ago, she was so poor and she only had ten dollars in her pocket, which was not even enough to pay for a taxi back home.

So, a sudden fortune it was?

Because of the previous agreement with her dad, her bank account was frozen. What was more, according to the agreement, she had to hide her true identity.

In the past years, her snobbish mother and sister-in-law had not even looked at her properly just because she was poor.

What would they be like when they found that she was actually the youngest daughter of the Lloyd family, Lyra Lloyd, one of the richest women in the country?

She remembered, before she recovered her memory, her best friend from the orphanage was dying, and she went to Fiona Lee, her mother-in-law, on her knees, begging her to lend her some money.

Fiona proudly took out a platinum bank card, but instead of handing it to her, she simply wanted to show off to her, "Guess how much money is in here? A million! You've never seen so much money in your life, right?"

"But I won't lend you a dime! Instead, I'll use it to buy dog food! Because your poor friend is not as good as a pet dog in my eyes."

Lyra clenched her fists and was furious when recalling the past.

If she had a chance, she would love to teach these two snobs a lesson! An eye for an eye!

As she was pondering, Lyra was suddenly grabbed by her wrist.

When she turned around, she found it was Fiona.

Fiona was holding her chin high and she looked very disgusted and discontented when she looked at her. A few rich women were right behind her, and in her hands were many shopping bags. It looked like they should have just finished shopping.

Lyra tucked her card into her bag while keeping her countenance, "What's up?".

At first, Fiona was stunned, because she didn't expect Lyra's attitude to be so cold. Lyra used to be so timid whenever she saw Fiona.

"Who gave you the permission to come out and make a fool of yourself!? Have you finished all your chores? Is lunch ready? If you starve my baby son, I'll kill you!"

"Look at what you're wearing! You've been married for several years, but you still look so poor. It's a bloody disgrace!"

"Me? Disgrace?"

What Fiona said seemed to be a big joke to her, "After I married your son, you deliberately dismissed all the servants and forced me to quit my job. I had to do all the laundry work and cook for your son. I did all you wanted me to, but are you ever satisfied?"

"And you never had enough. You accused me of stealing your jewels but you simply wanted to withhold the shares the old Mr. Freeman left me. And you forced me to get on my knees in the pouring rain. Have you forgotten all of that?"

The rich women behind Fiona were surprised when they heard what she said. Although they all knew Fiona was mean to her daughter-in-law, they didn't expect her to be so mad.

When they saw that there was something going on between the two, the rich women all made some excuses and left.

"What … What are you talking about?!"

Fiona had tried to interrupt Lyra for several times, but Lyra spoke so fast that she was baffled by her words and had never got a chance.

"You know it well."

Lyra proudly lifted up her chin, and her eyes looked stern, "I put up with you in the past, but if you dare mess with me again in the future, I will make sure you will regret it!"

Fiona was stunned by her sudden boldness.

Was she still her timid daughter-in-law Lyra?

"So you were just acting before!"

The more Fiona thought about it, the angrier she got, "I'm not going to let you off today. I'm going to tell Melvin and make him divorce you! Now, even if you beg me on your knees, I will still kick you out of my family!" Fiona gritted her teeth and threatened.

Lyra sneered, and disdain was written all across her face.

"Oh, I just forgot to tell you something. Ten minutes ago, Melvin and I just got divorced. Even if you beg me on your knees, I won't enter the Freeman Manor anymore."

Divorced? Just now?

No way! This bumpkin used to be so desperate to stay in the Freeman family. Did she finally give up?

Fiona looked at Lyra's departing back suspiciously and to confirm what Lyra said, she made a phone call to Melvin right away.

"Melvin, have you really divorced?"

Melvin replied with a "hmm" and suddenly frowned, "Just got the paperwork done. Who told you that?"

"Who else could it be? I ran into Lyra on the way. This bitch just yelled at me!"

Her face was glowing with anger. But when she came to think of it, she then burst into laughter, "But great! You are finally divorced. She is just some random woman the old man picked up from the orphanage. How can she be worthy of my excellent son? She should have been kicked out of the family long ago ..."

Melvin pursed his lips. His mood now was the exact opposite of Fiona's exuberance.

There was even ... a touch of inexplicable irritation and guilt.

Before today, he originally thought that Lyra would not agree to divorce him so easily, so he prepared three million dollars and a villa in advance for compensation. But in the end, it was she who had asked for a divorce, and she did not take any compensation from him.

After the divorce, she had no money and no relatives around her. How was she going to live in the future?

Anyway, when she was desperate, she would just come to him.

...

Lyra took a taxi back to the villa where she and Melvin lived alone. This place had been a witness for all her suffering during the past three years.

The memories were so overwhelming that she didn't want to bring them up again.

After a small garden in front of the villa, she went upstairs to pack her luggage. After packing up, she didn't want to stay in the villa for even a second longer.

However, just after she walked down to the first floor, a woman in the hall seemed to have noticed her and turned back.

It was Charlotte in a snow-white dress. She was smiling warmly, "Lyra, it's been a long time."

Lyra froze. She didn't expect to meet Charlotte here.

They just divorced and Melvin had given Charlotte the key to the villa. So she was ready to move in?

Apparently, he had really loved Charlotte so much.

Lyra felt disgusted in her heart, but still, she smiled as she walked gracefully down the stairs.

When she saw her elegant manners, Charlotte paused and then smiled again, "Lyra, it's only been a few years, and you're getting more and more like Mrs. Freeman."

"Oops, I said the wrong thing." Charlotte covered her mouth with her hands and smiled awkwardly, "I forgot that you just divorced Melvin. You are no longer Mrs. Freeman."

Lyra sure knew she was here to show off. She was not at all angry and put on a bright smile instead.

"I'm just tired of Melvin. If you like him, you can have him then. But try to be a little more patient next time. You are making yourself like a mistress instead."

When she heard these words, the smile on Charlotte's face quickly faded and she scowled at Lyra.

"Melvin and I love each other very much. If it wasn't for you, he and I would have been together long ago. You're the shameless despicable mistress!"

Lyra gave her a sarcastic look, "You'll soon find out who the mistress is."

After saying that, she did not want to stay any longer. She walked past Charlotte and was about to leave, when her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a hand.

She turned around and saw the pitiful face of Charlotte. Her eyes were as red as those of a rabbit, as if she had suffered a great deal.

"Lyra, I'm sorry. I've always treated you like a good friend of mine. I just wanted to visit you. I mean no harm. I didn't know you just got divorced. I really don't mean anything else. Don't be mad at me, okay?"

"What's the acting for?"

She snorted and was about to shake off Charlotte's hand. However, Charlotte suddenly followed her movement and fell softly to the ground while screaming in agony.

If someone was looking at them from a distance, it must look like it was Lyra who pushed Charlotte to the ground.

Oh, that was interesting.

Lyra coldly watched this self-directed drama of hers. If she was right, Melvin must have been back and stood at the door watching them now.

As expected, she heard a sudden shout of rage behind her.

"What are you doing!?"