Chapter 36 Can't Wait to Take Her Down

"Bitch!"

Irene was furious that this bitch had seduced Keith in front of her, Keith's real fiancée!

She followed him from Suham to Frayton, not to mention how much effort she had put in getting engaged to him in the first place.

How many women in the world could love a man like she did for Keith!

But Keith always refused to see her, and let Jalen use various excuses to brush her off. This time, again, he said he was busy, but his so-called "busy" was busy having lunch with this bitch?

The more Irene thought about it, the angrier she became. Underneath her delicate makeup was a fierce face. She glared at Lyra viciously and raised her hand to slap her.

Lyra didn't duck, but just waited there without moving.

However.

Irene's hand didn't even get to touch a strand of Lyra's hair before it was clutched.

Jalen clamped her wrist tightly and his tone was serious, "Miss Frazier, this is Angle Group. You can't use violence here. Please behave yourself."

Irene tried to pull her hand back, but her strength was no match for Jalen's.

She was furious, "Let go! This kind of shameless bitch deserves a good beating. If you get in my way again, I'll beat you too!"

Jalen's face gradually turned sullen, and his hand did not let go. "Miss Frazier, Mr. Lloyd is inside. Are you trying to make a scene and force him to come out and see you behaving like a shrew?"

A shrew?

She was the Miss Frazier of Suham, born with a silver spoon. She couldn't have her image ruined in front of Keith.

Seeing that she gradually regained her senses and her anger subsided, Jalen withdrew his hand.

At the thought that this woman could restrain herself even if she was in rage, Lyra couldn't help snickering.

"I've heard long ago that Miss Frazier is a fiery and domineering person who can go as far as throwing caution to the wind." Lyra tsked, shook her head, and continued, "Today, I only see that you're a coward, and that's all."

"Shut up!"

Irene was simply furious, resisting the urge to go up and tear her apart. In the end, she could only watch Lyra enter the elevator in a breezy manner and disappear completely from sight.

But Irene was unable to pacify herself.

What makes this bitch think she could provoke her like that?

She wouldn't deserve to be a Frazier if she didn't send this bitch to hell!

Gradually, she calmed down. A name suddenly flashed across her mind

….

It was the first time that Irene ever visited a detention house. She was here to meet a woman.

A few moments later, a woman wearing a blue uniform, with disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes, was led by police officers to the visiting room.

Even through the glass, Irene was shocked and subconsciously covered her nose, talking with disgust, "Stacy, it's only been a few days. Why are you in such a mess?"

Stacy licked her dry lips and stared at Irene with hatred, "If it weren't for your eagerness to cut ties with me, would I be like this?"

Just two days ago, Stacy begged the police to approach Irene; she wanted Irene to help bail her out. But instead of helping her, Irene passed the whole buck to her and even bribed someone to speed up her trial!

Tomorrow, she would be transferred to prison, not knowing if she would have a chance to see the sun again in this life.

She thought Lyra Lloyd was her enemy, but in fact Irene was the demon who pushed her into hell.

Irene frowned, her hand still covering her nose. She talked to Stacy behind the two layers of glass through a microphone.

"I had no other choice. My family accidentally found out about it, and they wouldn't allow my reputation to be tarnished, so I could only sacrifice you.

"But don't worry. I'll buy off the people here to ensure that you can have a better life in the future, but in exchange, you must tell me everything you know about Lyra."

Irene smiled in self-assurance, "How about that? It's a good deal, right?"

But to her surprise, Stacy suddenly burst into a guffaw, even to the point of pounding the table in excitement.

Irene was baffled, "Is that funny?"

Trying to get her future sister-in-law killed.

Isn't that funny?

However, Stacy didn't say that. She harbored a deep hatred for both Lyra and Irene.

"How eager you are to bring her down," Stacy remarked, her face contorted into a creepy smile. With her disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes, she resembled a ghost from a horror movie set in a haunted asylum.

Irene composed herself before responding, "Of course. But you want her dead too, don't you?"

A wicked grin spread across Stacy's face as she leaned in, whispering into the receiver, "Her backer is not someone to be messed with. You might not stand a chance if you confront her directly. However, I know she has been divorced once, so maybe you can start from there."

Irene's voice resonated with excitement, "Excellent. Don't worry, I'll help you exact revenge on Lyra!"

After speaking, she got up and left without looking back.

Stacy stared at Irene's curvaceous figure, her smile taking on an even more deranged appearance.

It was a shame she wouldn't be able to witness their confrontation!

Once outside, Irene couldn't wait to make a call. "Find out who Lyra's ex-husband is. I want every single detail, and make it quick."

After waiting for half an hour, a document was sent to her phone.

She opened it, and her knitted brows finally relaxed. Her eyes fixated on a particular name, and the corner of her lips curled up. "Charlotte Matthews?"

...

In the President's office at Freeman Group,

Melvin rested his hand on his temple, his eyes partially closed.

Fred stood respectfully in front of him, providing an update on the situation at Freeman Manor.

"The day before yesterday, Young Lady Sheila protested, and the security guards didn't dare to let her leave. These past few days, she has been unusually quiet and well-behaved. She made a few calls to Miss Matthews, but Miss Matthews didn't answer..."

Melvin opened his eyes, his attention caught by Fred's last words.

"Why didn't Lottie answer her calls?"

Sheila and Charlotte were good friends and frequently spoke to each other. However, ever since Lyra sought revenge on Freeman Manor, Charlotte hadn't mentioned Sheila in front of him once.

Melvin furrowed his brow.

Fred explained, "Maybe... Miss Matthews was simply busy and missed Lady Sheila's calls."

It was normal to miss a call every now and then, but repeatedly...

What was Charlotte trying to avoid?

Something felt off.

He stood up, his expression serious. "I haven't seen Lottie in days. I'll go to her apartment."

Fred remained stationary. "Miss Matthews doesn't seem to be at the apartment. She's out."

Out?

Perhaps he was overthinking it. Melvin settled back into his office chair. Fred noticed the dark circles under his eyes and couldn't help but inquire, "Boss, you haven't been resting well lately. You don't seem too well."

Melvin rubbed his temples, feeling restless.

Lately, he had been staying at the villa, and no matter how late it was when he returned, thoughts of Lyra consumed his mind.

He could see her mopping the floor in her apron and smiling at him.

He could see her in the garden, bending down to sweep the fallen leaves.

And he could see her in bed that night...

All of these thoughts kept him awake at night. Even when he got up to pour himself a glass of water, he couldn't help but recall the image of Keith gently rubbing Lyra's calves at the restaurant's entrance.

"Boss?"