After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 59 Interview in Person

#####Chapter 59 Interview in Person

"Well done." Despite the compliment, Melvin didn't seem like he actually mean it, his expression

unfathomable.

He was browsing the files while Fred explained to him, "You asked me to look into the accident of that

year, and my investigation found that Miss Matthews' itinerary back then did coincide exactly with the

timeline of your car accident. That is to say, there's conclusive proof that Miss Matthews did save your

life thirteen years ago."

Fred looked at him firmly.

As Melvin was carefully flipped through the pages, his eyebrows slightly knitted, but his eyes didn't

show any particular emotion.

"Also, there is one more thing." Fred had a hesitant look on his face.

"Say it." Melvin gave him a glance that signaled him to continue.

"I've found more about the incident that happened to Miss Matthews a few days ago, and the results I

got are attached to the end of the document."

Melvin did as he said and flipped over a few pages to see some photos.

He took a closer look at them and his brow were furrowed again.

The green Volkswagen Santana on the photo, however tattered it looked, he could recognize it right

away.

At the thought of this, inexplicable irritation surged up in his heart; he tried hard to suppress it and kept

on reading.

The rest of the photos were pretty much the same, except the last one being a little different.

The photo was clearly shot in a dark night, in which a few figures were faintly visible. Melvin looked

very closely and recognized one of them was Lyra.

"According to these photos and Miss Carroll's movement that day, she was indeed present at the scene

where Miss Matthews was beaten. And this one."

He pointed to one of the photos and said, "Lyra seemed to be making some kind of deal with someone.

The person standing behind her looked like Jalen, Keith Lloyd's assistant. It's likely that Lyra had Keith NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

do this. Anyway, no matter what the result is, this matter must be related to Lyra."

Melvin's face was still impassive, and he just continued to stare intently at the photos.

"Miss Matthews is such a gentle and kind person. She shouldn't have been treated like this. I can't

imagine Lyra to be so vicious!"

Fred clenched his fist and continued to urge, "You've got to seek justice for Miss Matthews. Teach Lyra

a good lesson and revenge for Miss Matthews!"

Melvin looked at his eager expression and nodded. "Okay, let's go back first."

The look on his face returned to its original blandness, making it inscrutable.

Early the next morning.

The hospital was buzzing again.

Charlotte got up early, leaning against the headboard, ready to be interviewed.

"I knew that an interview at this juncture might lead to speculation about my intentions and even push

me in the teeth of criticism."

She put on a determined face and continued, "But I still want to clarify for the record that Mr. Freeman

of the Freeman Group and I are childhood friends, and we've been in love with each other since we

were teenagers. Later, we had to separate from each other because of some other things.

"I don't know what has happened during my absence, but I can tell the public affirmatively that I am

definitely not a homewrecker, let alone breaking up his marriage with Lyra!"

Tears glistened in her eyes, but she gritted her teeth to try keeping the tears from falling.

There came the sound of reporters pressing their shutters, and the camera flashes were too dazzling

for her, making her barely able to maintain the expression.

But she didn't dare let up a bit.

She had to rely on showing her misery to the public to earn their sympathy.

"Miss Matthews, we have some questions and we wonder if it's okay for you to answer them?" A

reporter handed the microphone to her.

Charlotte nodded, trying to look as gracious as possible, "Ask away, and I will tell you everything."

"You've just said that you and Mr. Freeman were in love, so why were you not the one who married Mr.

Freeman back then? What happened? Where were you when Lyra and Mr. Freeman got married? Why

didn't you come out to stop it?

"Also, how exactly did you get hurt like this? Was it a retaliation for you being the mistress? Could you

tell us more about it?

"And..."

"That's enough!" Charlotte interrupted her with an unhappy face.

These reporters were too greedy and their questions were tough enough, without any regard for the

fact that she was still a patient.

She was so infuriated by their aggressiveness!

Having realized that she almost lost it, she coughed lightly, "Sorry, I'm not feeling well. Let's call it a

day."

With that, she closed her eyes, indicating that nobody should disturb her now.

"Charlotte has said enough for today. She needs to recuperate from her injuries, so if you have any

questions, come ask me."

Katelyn led the reporters out of the room, stood in the hallway, and proceeded to face their sharp

questions.

"Those questions you have just asked are concerned with our family's private matters, and it's also

privacy between my daughter and Mr. Freeman. We refuse to answer these questions. I hope you guys

could understand." Katelyn's attitude was cold.

"What about this time? Miss Matthews got hurt, didn't she?"

"We've found evidence, and that evidence strongly suggests that it has everything to do with Lyra."

Katelyn took the microphone, her tone resolute, "Whoever dare to hurt the heir of the Matthews family,

we will make her pay!"

"Is it possible that you may reveal some of the evidence?" A reporter asked in hot pursuit.

Katelyn frowned and rejected him dryly, "We have handed it over to the police, and I believe the truth

will come out soon."

The reporters could see that she didn't want to talk much, so they wrapped up the interview hastily.

Lyra couldn't help sneering as she listened to the live broadcast of the interview, on her way to work

driving the Magotan.

These two fake-as-hell mother and daughter, their performance was simply revolting.

However, Lyra was happy to play along to see what they got.

Just after crossing the intersection, Lyra saw Kellie standing under a street sign, looking anxiously at

the road.

"You need a lift?"

Lyra braked sharply, then wound down the window and raised an eyebrow at Kellie.

"No, no, Director, I specially wait for you here as I know you'll go this way to work every day."

Kellie's face was full of worry, "The heat has been on for a long time and there are loads of criticism

about you. Some journalists and overly emotional people have blocked the company's front gate and

are hell-bent on getting an explanation from you. This is worse than last time. You'd better not go to the

company. Stay home for a while, and come back when it's safe."

"No, it's not my style to shy away."

Lyra restarted the engine and Kellie suddenly panicked.

"Director, what are you gonna do?" Kellie knocked desperately on the car window, trying to stop her.

"Tell them what they wanna hear."

Having dropped these words, she slammed on the gas, and the Magotan dashed away like an arrow

off the bow.

Her words drifted with the wind, and the car flung up the dust, causing Kellie to choke and cough that

even her eyes became teary.

By the time she came back to her senses, Lyra's car was long gone.

"It's over. The director is alone. What should I do!" Despair was written all over Kellie's face. She was

totally at sea now.