After Divorce I Am A Billionaire

Chapter 67

Late at night.

Lyra sat in the first class cabin of the plane, had a coffee, and was still very much in good spirits.

She looked out from the window, but unfortunately, even the outline of the clouds were difficult to identify in the ink-like darkness of the night.

Lyra was disinterested and about to turn her eyes away.

Instead, a familiar figure was seen in the refraction of the small window.

The man wore sunglasses and met her eyes before turning his head and avoiding her.

She became guarded, quietly looked around, and suddenly found that somehow, the few bodyguards she had brought up had passed out, and the rest of the passengers had fallen into a deep sleep.

It was strange. It was the smell of danger.

She stood up and thought about checking out the other cabins, only to turn around and find a man in a suit walking towards her with several equally strong men.

The man in the suit was the same the man in sunglasses that she just had a glance with.

It seemed their goal was clear, and it was clearly aimed at her.

Lyra simply stood in place.

Since it was impossible to dodge, it was better to just confront the tough with toughness.

"Miss Carroll, it's been a long time."

The man took off his sunglasses and smiled at her, "I guess you didn't expect we would meet again so soon."

"It's you?"

Lyra frowned.

Fred raised his arm and waved behind him.

The group of black-clad men got his instruction and quickly surrounded Lyra.

"I've heard you know jujitsu and you're good at it, but I advise you to be obedient. I have this plane under my control and if you struggle, I don't mind killing all of the passengers and creating a plane crash. I don't think you want those people die because of you."

He stopped smiling, sat down in a seat and looked at her indifferently.

"I'm really sorry, but this is the arrangement of the boss."

"Melvin?" Lyra furrowed and her expression was growing cold, "He would send you to do such a thing?"

"I've told you a long time ago. You did that heinous thing to Miss Matthews. She is the fiancee of the boss, and boss will not let you off the hook. That's the price."

Fred took out a saber and weighed it in his hand, "I advise you not to struggle unnecessarily. The lives of all the passengers are now in my hands, unless you really want this group of innocent people to die with you."

Lyra sneered and did not move, glancing at the side and trying to find an opportunity to escape.

"I didn't expect him to be so heartless. He really loves Charlotte."

Lyra mocked as she silently extended her foot and hooked out a parachute bag under the seat. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Fred did not notice her movements, but seeing that she was not the least bit panicked, his eyebrows knitted and he said nonchalantly, "Don't you try to play tricks. Otherwise it won't be a matter of you dying on the plane alone. Try it if you don't believe me."

Behind him were several strong hired thugs who quickly took several hostages in the cabin and threatened her.

Lyra sneered as she grabbed the cup of hot coffee on her seat and threw it at Fred.

"It's not your turn to decide what I'm going to do."

While the attention of a group of people was attracted by the coffee cup, she kicked open the cabin door, put on the parachute bag quickly, and jumped into the dark night.

"Quick! Stop her! Don't let her jump out of the plane!"

By the time Fred realized what she was about to do, it was too late.

He walked quickly to the cabin door and poked his head out to look.

There were only a few stars in the night sky, and not a trace of Lyra could be seen at all.

At the same time, Lyra's body continued to fall in the darkness, with all the whistling sound of wind in the ears.

She held her breath and could only open the parachute by her feeling.

...

Fred and the rest of the thugs were still looking out around the cabin door, and it was so dark that he couldn't predict the altitude.

"You can rest assured that jumping from such a high place without any protective measures, she will certainly die. It is estimated that even her dead body can not be found."

Fred was relieved to hear the words of one of the thugs. Indeed, it was a completion of the task Charlotte had given him anyway.

"Miss Matthews, are you asleep?" He touched his ear lightly and spoke into the miniature blue-tooth headset.

Prior to this, he quietly debugged Charlotte's phone in Melvin's name, allowing her to communicate freely with the outside world.

"How can I sleep without hearing from you? How is the matter entrusted to you?" Charlotte, who was in the hospital room was impatient.

"Don't worry about it. It's kind of done." Fred replied hesitantly.

"What do you mean?"

Charlotte's voice rose a few notches, "Did you guys fail? She didn't die?"

"She jumped from the plane without any safety measures, and at this height, she was bound to die."

Charlotte felt relieved and said with satisfaction, "Well done, Fred. Thank you very much indeed."

After hanging up the phone, she smiled smugly.

No matter how capable this bitch was, she still failed! She was the final winner!

However, even though getting rid of Lyra was exciting enough, she did not forget Abigail as a hidden problem.

Because she knew how much Keith cared about Lyra, she was afraid of him, and even more afraid that if Keith learned of Lyra's death, he will use Abigail to vent his anger.

Thinking about it, Charlotte was a little worried. She picked up her phone again, and dialed another number.

"Did it work out?"

Irene, who was on the other end of the phone, asked impatiently.

"That bitch was forced to jump out of the plane. Just wait for her death news."

Charlotte was very pleased with herself and asked, "How are you doing there? Have you found out where Abigail is?"

"No, my people have been checking for a long time, and still no news at all."

Irene had searched almost the whole Frayton but found nothing about Abigail. She seemed to have been evaporated and there was no news of her.

Charlotte hung up the phone distractedly, and her good mood just now disappeared.

Although she had got rid of Lyra, Abigail was also a troublesome existence.

Keeping Abigail will always be a curse.

But if Lyra had really taken her, where would Lyra have put her?

Was there a place where Irene can't even find out?

Since Lyra's divorce, she and Keith had gotten too close. Was it possible ... ?

Charlotte's eyes lit up abruptly and another phone call was made to Irene.

"Can you finish what you have to say at once?"

Irene, who was just about to fall asleep when she was disturbed, forced herself to hold her temper so that she didn't swear at her, "Say, what is it this time?"

"As Keith's fiancee, you should know where he lives in Frayton, right?"

"That's for sure."

"First thing tomorrow morning, quietly take someone to Keith's villa to check it out. I suspect Abigail is probably there!"