Chapter 78 Laugh at you hasn't changed a bit from the divorce
Chapter 78 Laugh at you hasn't changed a bit from the divorce
"I can't believe you noticed it."
The man was stunned for a moment, ripped off the stethoscope hanging around his neck and threw at
him, "Then I won't pretend. If someone wants you dead, you won't walk out alive today!"
Fred forced himself to bear the pain of his injuries and was able to dodge his attack. With a backward
roll, he kept a distance from this man.
"Who sent you?!"
"Didn't you already guess whom I’m with?"
The man rushed up with agility and wrestled with him in the small room.
"You no longer have any use. Living will only stand in the way of Miss Matthews. I advise you not to be
insensitive. Go to hell!"
He locked Fred with his thick right arm and raised his left hand high to Fred's neck.
"I don't believe you! It's impossible! Miss Matthews won't hurt me. Who sent you to frame her up!"
Fred struggled violently and flexed his elbow, against him heavily on his chest.
The man dodged, and the syringe was knocked out of his hands. Fred took advantage of the situation
to crouch down and quickly pick up the syringe.
"Good, how dare you be so rampant when you're on the verge of death. Hurry up and bring me the
syringe! I'll send you to heaven!"
The doctor was completely enraged by him.
"Then we'll see if you've got what it takes." Fred covered the wound that was oozing blood from the
violent movement and collided head-on with him.
Just as the two collided against each other, Fred saw the right moment to jab the needle hard into his
back, pushing the sedative inside.
The man grunted and collapsed limply.
After doing all this, Fred sat down on the floor, panting heavily, and when he had recovered some
strength, he did not hesitate to push open the door of the room.
Whether what the man said was true or not, he had to leave the Matthews family first.
He ran outside in a frenzy. He was going to find Charlotte and ask her himself if what this man said was
true or not!
Following the path Charlotte brought him in on last night, he felt his way to the back door and stumbled
out.
Because he was so desperate to get an answer from Charlotte, he couldn't care less about the wounds
that started bleeding all over his body, and finally lost his strength and fell to the ground.
He struggled to brace himself with his arms, trying not to fall over. His head was dizzy.
Vaguely, he saw a red-skirted woman walking towards him, with a long fishtail lace that swayed.
"Dazed?"
The woman stood in front of him and observed him. Her icy voice sounded devoid of any emotion.
Fred was in a semi-conscious state, only to feel that the tone was so familiar, trying to brace himself to
lift his head to see who it was, but his eyes went black and he completely passed out.
After he wake up again, he found the woman standing in front of him ...
It was Lyra.
"You ... you're not dead?!" Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!
"Sorry to disappoint you."
Lyra smiled faintly and had no intention of leaving. After dealing with Charlotte, she had come all the
way over to find Fred.
"I'm afraid you don't know that your Miss Matthews has been sent to the police for several crimes. And
you, too, are not far behind."
"How is this possible!?"
Fred's eyes were a mixture of shock and anger, "It must be you. You’re a vicious woman. You
deliberately set her up!"
"As for what's really going on, you'd better ask her yourself."
Lyra didn't bother to talk to him.
"You are shameless! Don't think you can clear your name of those crimes! Even if I go to jail, I will still
try to make you pay for your evil by all means!"
"Fine, I'll wait." Lyra snorted coldly, looking down at the raggedly dressed man from above, "But for
now, you tell me first, where is Melvin?"
Fred looked up at her and lay on the floor laughing.
"What are you laughing at?" Lyra frowned.
"I laugh at the fact that you haven't changed at all, still the same as before the divorce. You only cling to
the boss."
The dying man put away his smile and his tone was extraordinarily harsh, "I thought you will change
and recognize reality after coming back from the death, but it seems that you are still overestimated."
Lyra's face was puzzled, but she didn't bother to explain to him and didn't say anything about it.
"Do you think you can still get boss again? I tell you, no way! Boss will not like a woman who has a
murderous heart like you." Fred looked at her with eyes full of disgust.
It took him a lot of strength to say these words, and he lay on the ground panting. His features screwed
together because of the pain.
Lyra looked at him expressionlessly, "There is a limit to my patience, so I'll ask you one last time.
Where is Melvin?"
"I won't tell you! I won't even die! Don't even think about going back to boss!" shouted Fred hysterically,
"When boss comes back, he'll get back at you a thousand times over, and he won't let you go!"
"Very well."
Lyra turned to leave, "I hope you're still tough-talking in the police station."
She opened the door sharply and got into the car.
Even if Fred didn't say anything, she always had a way of knowing Melvin's whereabouts.
She raised her hand to look at her watch and planned to drive to the Freeman Manor while it was still
early.
When she thought of the disgusting faces of the mother and daughter, she could not help but frown.
Going further would enter into the familiar villa area, and Lyra slowed down.
A sudden ringing of her cell phone made her pull over to the side of the road.
"What's wrong?"
"Director, bad news. Something happened at the shooting base!" On the phone, Kellie's tone was
panic-stricken.
"Don’t rush. Stabilize first. What happened over the shooting base?" Lyra leaned back on the seat, and
her face was gradually gloomy.
"Two contestants suddenly got into a dispute. One of them has a very rich family background,
proposed to break the contract and withdraw from the competition. And want to prosecute Angle Group
... Director, what can we do? Please come over quickly!"
Kellie's voice was with a sobbing tone.
"Got it. I'll be right back. Wait for me in the office." Lyra hung up the phone.
She glanced in the rear-view mirror and saw the villa area that was becoming smaller and smaller.
Grunting coldly, she stepped on the gas and sped off in the opposite direction.
Kellie had already gotten her papers and was waiting downstairs at the office. When she saw her, she
jumped on her as if she had seen a savior.
"Director, take a look. This is what the person in charge there sent me."
Kellie anxiously handed her the folder, "One of the contestants in dispute is an actress. She started her
career as an actress three years ago. The other is a rich girl from neighbor city. Two sides do not give
in to each other. It has seriously affected the shooting process. What can we do?"
Lyra took the file, glanced at it for a few lines. Then she got a general idea of the situation, and closed
the folder with her backhand.
"Director?" Kellie asked nervously.
She had just joined the company for a short time, and this was the first time she had encountered this
kind of thing. She was afraid that if she didn't handle it well, she would cause huge losses to Angle
Group.
"We are not afraid of her!"