Chapter 132 Have to defend both men and women?


    This was repeated for several times.


    When he looked up and looked at the time again, he found that it was 4:00 am.


    It was sote and she''d not back yet. The celebration party was taking so long?


    Melvin sat on the couch, and suddenly, inexplicably, the scene of Lyra''s dinner party, where everyone


    was coaxing Lyra and Garrett''s toasting, came to his mind.


    He rose to his feet.


    No way! Absolutely not!


    He turned his head towards the door and went out. Before he reached the garden, he was stopped by


    Fifteen and Seventeen.


    "Mr. Freeman, it''ste and you can''t go outte at night."


    "I''ll go get Lyra."


    Fifteen and Seventeen were motionless, "Miss will return after dealing with things, and there is Eleven


    protection. You just wait patiently."


    Melvin wrinkled his brows and his face was cold.


    If tonight was Eleven, he maybe nice to him. However, Fifteen and Seventeen always didn''t like him


    and they didn''t bother to say more words to him.


    No way. Melvin had to fall back and continued to wait.


    The waiting time was often the longest and hardest.


    During this time, he thought about many things.


    He vaguely recalled that in the previous three years, Lyra had also called many times hoping that he


    woulde home for dinner. He would sometimes give her a few perfunctory words. Sometimes he


    was toozy to talk to her, and would simply hang up the phone. And he would back home two or three


    days in a row.


    So it was so hard to wait all night ...


    He looked up and looked at the clock hanging on the opposite wall. His eyes followed the minute hand,


    and before he knew it, he was asleep on the couch.


    He didn''t know how long it took, but he was awakened by the sound of the door opening.


    When he saw that it was Lyra, he got up to greet her, "You''re back. The food is already cold. I''ll heat it


    up now."


    Lyra refused expressionlessly, "No, I''ve already eaten breakfast."


    "Breakfast?"


    Melvin craned his head to look at the clock on the wall. It was already seven in the morning.


    She ... surprisingly didn''te back all nightst night.


    And he, sitting on the couch, waited all night.


    Melvin''s heart was oddly enough, "Why didn''t youe backst night? Were you drunk? Where did


    you go to sleep? Were you with Garrett all night? He didn''t make a pass at you, did he?"


    Lyra was speechless.


    Did it have something to do with Garrett?


    And with so many questions, which one should she answer first?


    While changing her slippers, she said, "Melissa got drunkst night and I took her back to her ce.


    She was dizzy and threw up during the night, so I took care of her all night by the way."


    Melvin was stunned in ce.


    Melissa?


    The trainee who debuted?


    Damn, he had to guard against both women and men?


    Lyra rubbed her sore shoulder and was preparing to go upstairs.


    Melvin took her by the wrist, "Lyra, that table, I spent almost three hoursst night. I really mean it. Do


    you want ..."


    Before the words "favour me with tasting" could be uttered, he was interrupted by Lyra''s cold stare.


    "So what? I''ve already eaten, so if you haven''t had breakfast, you can eat."


    His heart ached fiercely, and he was almost breathless with the words. He froze for a long time and


    could not say a word.


    Lyra saw that he had nothing more to do, forced his hand to release and went upstairs to her room.


    Melvin watched her back and turned his head to see the dishes he had carefully preparedst night.


    They were stillid out in a disciplined manner, untouched by a bite.


    The presentation still looked exquisite, but the dished were already cold, like a cold heart.


    An unspeakable sense of loss and guilt suddenly welled up in his heart.


    Lyra changed her clothes upstairs and came down, and just as she walked down the stairwell she saw


    him standing in the eye of the lost soul.


    She coughed gently, pulling his thoughts back, "Hurry up and eat your breakfast. Then change into


    clean clothes and go out with me."


    "Where to?"


    Lyra smiled lightly, "Weson Mansion."


    ...


    "Bang" a loud sound.


    The owners of Weson Mansion were all still asleep when they were awakened by the sudden loud


    bang.


    Wesley rushed downstairs with his wife Christine Patterson to check it out.


    His daughter, Nichole Freeman, was also freaked out and ran downstairs while asking, "Mommy and


    Daddy! Is it an earthquake? Is it an earthquake!"


    All three were baffled and walked to the first floor only to find a crowd of people in the hall.


    Lyra was sitting on the main sofa pouring tea, as if she was the hostess.


    Four handsome, tall, trained bodyguards stood behind the couch, and Melvin stood to the side.


    A group of people was with serious expressions and an appalling aura, as if they hade to collect a


    debt.


    The Wesley family looked at each other, all looking confused.


    When they got closer, Lyra took the lead and said with a smile, "It seems that the Wesley family is not


    having a good timetely, even the maids have been fired. In such a big Weson Mansion, there is not


    even a person to serve me tea. I have to bother my bodyguard."


    Wesley knew she was being deliberately critical, but couldn''t argue with her.


    He the Weson Mansion was counting on the monthly dividends from the Freeman group shares to get


    by. The Freeman group was defeated by Ashley and Fiona some time ago, and it was not known how


    long it will take to regain its former status, so they had less dividends.


    therefore, they had to live frugally.


    Wesley''s face was dark and the tone was very bad, "It''s so rude of you to break into my home. Don''t


    you know how to knock? And what was that loud bang just now? What did you do?"


    "Oops! My door! You''ve gone too far!"


    His wife, Christine, reacted quickly and rushed out to check it out, feeling terrible.


    Lyra tilted her head and smiled slightly, expressing helplessness, "It is the door of the second master''s


    house that is in disrepair. My bodyguard Fifteen knocked on the door with just a slight force. It scrapped


    itself. No way. I am helping the second master to clean up the garbage."


    Wesley was going to be pissed off.


    The iron door was so firm and thick. If they knocked with the hand, how the whole door can be knocked


    off? Clearly it was kicked open!


    But from thest night''s talent show that he had watched with Nichole, he knew that this woman was


    now not only the boss behind Angle Group, but also the Freeman group''s current president andrgest


    shareholder. Keith and Cody were apparently the big bosses standing behind her.


    It was difficult for him to use tough measure because he simply had no chance of winning.


    So, he turned his sights on Melvin.


    With a sad face, he said, "Melvin, look at her. Although she is already your ex-wife, she used to listen


    to you the most. Now you just let her bully us the Freemans?"


    The words that "listen to you the most"made Melvin''s heart tremble.


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    It turned out that everyone knew that she used to love him very much. Only he himself did not know,


    and even ignored all her efforts.


    He suppressed the emotions that welled up in his heart back. His eyes were staring coolly at Wesley


    and his tone was cold and stern.


    "Wesley, how do you exin the fact that you secretly get my mother a bad idea and gave her two


    packs of nasty stuff that led to a near disaster?"