Melvin didn’t say anything and looked at her with a grimace.


    “Melvin, listen to me …” Charlotte exined hurriedly, “Don’t take it personally. I was just talking in general.”Belongs ? to N?velDrama.Org.


    A dense bead of sweat seeped out of her forehead as she wondered how much of her conversation with Irene he had actually heard and simply kept ying dumb.


    “What are you nning to do?”


    Melvin ignored her exnation and a ruthless look emerged from his eyes.


    This look, this cold tone, did he hear it all?


    Charlotte’s right hand subconsciously clenched the corner of the quilt.


    “No, I just chatted with my friends casually. You don’t believe me?”


    Melvin didn’t pay attention to her pitiful eyes, and his sharp-edged eyes seemed to pierce her: “You should know clearly that even if you don’t say anything, I can still send someone to investigate, but at that time, you won’t have a chance.”


    He rubbed his wristwatch, and the expression on his face did not look happy or angry, but made Charlotte more rmed.


    She bit her lip, knowing that this conspiracy could not hide from his questioning. Her eyes became moist all of a sudden and she began to choke.


    “Lyra divorced with you, and you’re still so attached to her! I’ve never even been to the vi in the bay, let alone lived there! But you passed it on to her.”


    “In thest time the Matthews Group had a party, she humiliated me, and even this time she had someone beat me up, and I almost lost my innocence!”


    “Melvin! I hate her, I really do! I just wanted to teach her a little lesson. What’s wrong with me?”


    She jumped into Melvin’s arms and tried to y the pity game, but he frowned and held her upright.


    “I’m asking you onest time, where is Lyra?”


    He frowned and his tone was full of determination that would not allow resistance.


    “Melvin, I’ve spent years with you. Is it no better than that woman who is no longer rted to you at all?”


    Charlotte sobbed, “I’m your fiancee! Why are you so cruel? She caused me to be in the hospital suffering pain. You can bear to see me suffer this kind of aggravation?”


    Melvin stood up with a cold face, and a trace of unnoticeable fatigue shed from his dark eyes.


    “I remember you wasn’t like this before. You disappointed me too much.”


    He unceremoniously strode out of the ward, leaving a tear-stained Charlotte crying on the bed.


    The corridor was extraordinarily quiet, and asionally a few nurses passing by, but they also lightened their steps and walked quickly by.


    Melvin walked to the corner where no one was, took out his cell phone and made a call.


    “Jay, find out Lyra’s location and send it to me in ten minutes, fast.”


    …


    Lyra drove out of the city and took a shortcut to Crushed Rock Mountain.


    She deliberately picked a small road without surveince and traffic lights and sped as fast as she could.


    With the windows open, the wind whistled past her ears, giving her an overwhelming sense of joy and excitement.


    Unfortunately, this was not a field trip. She still had important things to do, not in the mood to feel the beautiful scenery of the countryside.


    She stepped on the gas pedal and the engine roared out with a bang.


    The phone rang. Lyra nced at the screen, and sharply pressed the blue-tooth headset to answer.


    “I think Miss Carroll is almost here. Let me remind you. Turn right after you get out of the tunnel and I’ll wait for you at the deserted cabin halfway up Crushed Rock Mountain.” The kidnapper deliberately lowered his voice and said.


    Lyra nced at the navigation and made a right turn.


    A fake te vehicle was parked at the bottom of the hill. Lyra carefullypared it with the picture Darkbell sent her and determined that this was the car the kidnappers took Melissa in.


    Lyra hid Magotan behind a thicket and climbed up the mountain alone.


    The cabin was hidden deep in the woods. From a distance it looked very dpidated, rather than a shed to the direct.


    She walked over with quickened steps and pushed open the door of the wooden house with a jerk.


    “You came fast.”


    The head of the kidnappers wore a heavy ck mask and she could not see the expression on his face.


    Melissa fell at his feet, bruised and battered, and had passed out.


    She looked at the injuries on Melissa’s body, and a cold stern sh passed under her eyes.


    “Let her go first, and then we’ll talk.”


    She looked around the room, took a chair and sat down, looking at him carelessly.


    Enraged by her anticlimactic behavior, the kidnappers pulled up the unconscious Melissa and put a knife to her neck.


    “How dare you negotiate with me to save her? Do you believe I will kill her now?”


    “You wouldn’t dare.”


    Lyra looked at him straight in the eye without fear, causing him to panic for no reason.


    Clearly, she looked like a weak woman, but actually had the calmness of what seemed like a hundred or so people behind her.


    The head of the kidnappers looked astonished a little bit.


    Meanwhile, Irene and her personal bodyguard, Peter Sanford, were hiding in the woods outside the cabin, watching the house through binocrs.


    The kidnapper’s hat had a wire she had prepared in advance, and all their conversations were heard by her.


    “That’s how you save her? What a dream.”


    Irene rolled her eyes contemptuously and instructed through her miniature blue-tooth headset, “We can’t agree! Who knows what kind of tricks she’s trying to y. Spend time with her and resolutely do not let anyone go.”


    The kidnapper who received the instruction smiled and looked at Lyra.


    “Beauty, I really can’t bear to refuse you, but sorry, I can’t let go of her.”


    The kidnapper looked at her with gradually unkind eyes, “Why don’t you say a few more nice things to make me happy. I might consider it.”


    He looked at Lyra’s hot body, which could not be hidden by her sportswear, and his lustful eyes looked her up and down with reckless abandon.


    Lyra was staring straight at him and knew she couldn’t talk much to him, so she flew straight up and kicked him.


    “Then let’s see if you have the ability to beat me.”


    The kidnapper hurriedly extended his right arm to block her kick, and Lyra’s fist was right in front of him again.


    He waspletely enraged and let out an angry cry.


    “How dare you hit me! Bros! No need to hide, alle out to get her!”


    The moment his words finished, the already dpidated door of the wooden house was roughly pushed open.


    Four hooded men with ck masks broke through the door and rushed toward her with their fists in the air.


    “Just in time, it’s been a long time since I’ve not moved my muscles!”


    Lyra rushed forward with great speed andpleted a series of sharp kicks in the air.


    In less than five minutes’ work, all five strong men fell to the ground.


    Irene, who had been proudly holding the binocrs, dropped her jaw in shock after seeing the disastrous end of the five men.


    “How did this … happen? How can she beat five men by herself! Did you lose on purpose?”


    “Miss, Lyra is definitely not an ordinary person.”


    Peter’s face was grave, “The fighting techniques she used were very simr to the original jiu-jitsu moves created by the world-renowned master Kawa Sakuragi. It looks like they were improved and innovated to form a more suitable fighting method for herself.”


    He paused and continued, “Master Sakuragi has entric character. He only has one disciple in his life. I heard it’s a man, but look at Lyra, it is likely to be Sakuragi’s disciple. The rumors may not be true.”


    Undeterred, Irene asked, “If you go up yourself, would you be able to beat her?”