After divorce I am a billionaire

##### 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 askedto 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 | got are attached to the end of the document.” Melvin did as he said and flipped over a few pages to see sphotos.

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 skind of deal with someone. The person standing behind her looked like Jalen, Keith Lloyd's assistant. It's likely that Lyra had Keith 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. | 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 pushin the teeth of criticism.” She put on a determined face and continued, "But | still want to clarify for the record that Mr. Freeman of the Freeman Group and | 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 sother things.

"I don't know what has happened during my absence, but | can tell the public affirmatively that | 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 cthe 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 squestions 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 | 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 cout 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, cask 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. | 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 sof the evidence?" A reporter asked in hot pursuit.

Katelyn frowned and rejected him dryly, "We have handed it over to the police, and | believe the truth will cout 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, | specially wait for you here as | 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 tand there are loads of criticism about you. Sjournalists 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 hfor a while, and cback 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 becteary.

By the tshe cback to her senses, Lyra's car was long gone.

"It's over. The director is alone. What should | do!" Despair was written all over Kellie's face. She was totally at sea now.