After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 343 She is an interesting and dangerous woman

Caesar was always mindful of the fact that he was the older brother and did not speak.

Harrod was just a short distance away, talking and laughing with the other dukes, when he noticed

what was going on over here.

With a serious face, he approached with a heavy step, "Charles Lance, don't forget your lowly status!

Are you worthy of Caesar's attention?"

Anthony saw him coming and his expression became even more irritated, "Duke Gary, don't forget

Princess Cayley takes me in as her adopted son. For all intents and purposes, I'm Caesar's nominal

brother."

Harrod's face was particularly distorted at the mention of this, and he walked away with a grunt and a

glass of champagne.

The banquet hall was glorious, and there was a violin playing band. The music was lively and

melodious, which soon dispelled the unpleasant atmosphere just now.

In Caesar's sky-blue eyes, there was only Lyra. As a gentleman, he waved his hand elegantly at her,

"Beautiful Miss Lyra, may I invite you to dance?" Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Lyra's red lips were slightly open and she was about to answer when Anthony said first, "Asking my

companion to dance? Caesar, are you shameless?"

He gave Caesar a cold look and slowly extended his hand towards Lyra as well.

"Lyra, the dance floor is so lively. Let's go over there and have some fun together?"

Lyra looked at the two men back and forth twice, grabbed the cuffs of their suits and put them in each

other's hands.

"I'm not much of a dancer, so you guys go have fun. I want to go to the bathroom first. I'll come back

soon."

Anthony was uneasy, "The palace is too big. You'll easily lose your way. I'll ask Mason to take you

there."

Lyra's eyebrows tightened, "You're asking Mason, a man, to go to the bathroom with me? This is too

strange. I can find my way. If I really can't find it, I can ask the maid."

"But ..."

Anthony was really uneasy, "Then I'll go with you. and I'll wait for you outside."

Chad, who was silently following behind him, held his breath. Anthony's vigilance was too strong to be

fooled.

Lyra was worried about how to say no so that Anthony wouldn't get suspicious.

Princess Cayley's maid suddenly approached, "Master Charles, Princess Cayley wants you to come

over to talk something."

Lyra took the opportunity to say, "Princess Cayley must be looking for you on important business. I just

need to go to the bathroom. Can I run away?"

Anthony hesitated and and finally compromised, "Be safe. I'll come to you soon."

Lyra nodded her head in agreement.

Anthony immediately followed the maid and left.

As soon as he left, Lyra immediately approached Caesar and whispered, "Where does Duke Gary go?

Please take me to him. I need to talk to him."

Caesar said seriously, "Miss Lyra, please come with me."

Harrod had been waiting in a separate lounge for a long time.

Once Lyra was inside, Chad wandered down the hallway as if nothing was wrong, being on the lookout.

Caesar was drove out by his father and chatted with Chad outside the door.

In the lounge, Lyra saluted Harrod, "Hello Duke Gary, time is limited. I'll keep it short."

Harrod sat upright and nodded.

"I believe you're willing to see me because you have checked me out. Our cooperation is simple. I help

you get Crana's duty-free trade privilege from Collin. You help me get what I want. We each take what

we need."

Harrod stroked his beard and looked at her with his muddy eyes.

"As you can see, I'm in an unusual position as a duke and the husband of Princess Cayley. A tax-free

trade privilege isn't that interesting to me."

Lyra laughed, "Duke Gary, why bother beating around the bush with me? You've been suppressed by

Princess Cayley's identity for half your life. To get tax-free trading privilege means you can become

financially independent under Princess Cayley's nose and get out of her control sooner."

"Or, if you don't find this offer tempting enough. I can still help you kill Charles Lance!"

Harrod's muddy eyes narrowed slightly in disbelief, "Soon, he'll be your husband. You're going to kill

him yourself?"

Was there actually a woman who was willing to make herself a widow on her wedding night?

How hard-hearted this must be!

Lyra didn't answer, but asked, "Charles Lance's existence is a lifelong shame for you. And you would

be happy that I help you kill him, wouldn't you?"

Harrod laughed loudly, "Ha-ha, interesting. You're an interesting and dangerous woman. Okay, I agree

to cooperate with you. So what do you want?"

Lyra smiled and her eyes were clear and firm.

"I just want the thing stored in the palace warehouse, super virus serum!"

The doorway corridor.

Chad and Caesar had a great conversation.

"Mr. Caesar, you don't think I look ugly? How come you don't dislike my face and are so willing to talk

to me?"

Caesar re-examined his face seriously, "It's true that it's not pretty, but beauty or not is given by your

parents. It's a defect you were born with. You can't be blamed for it."

Chad stifled a laugh. It was his first time to hear such a sincere but kind words so Chad looked at him

with curiosity.

Caesar continued, "Besides, the fact that you can work as a bodyguard with Miss Lyra means you must

have something you excel!"

"I excel?"

Chad stifled a laugh and spared no effort to mock himself, "That's probably because I'm surprisingly

ugly compared to other bodyguards!"

Caesar was amused and the two had a great conversation and a very lively atmosphere.

Not long after, the door to the lounge opened.

Chad immediately ended the small talk and walked over, only to see Lyra come out with a stony face.

He had a bad feeling and asked in a whisper, "Miss, Duke Gary doesn't agree?"

Lyra shook her head.

There were a lot of people outside and she didn't explain, "Let's go. Anthony should be looking for us."

Chad looked at her expression, knowing that there must be some bad change. He did not say much

and suppressed his curiosity.

Lyra returned to the ballroom just as Anthony was coming out of Princess Cayley's lounge.

Seeing Lyra who was sitting alone in the corner with a glass of juice quietly, without anyone taking the

opportunity to accost her, Anthony's restless heart finally relaxed.

"Lyra."

The corners of his mouth turned upward in a smile and he immediately walked over to Lyra and

whispered to her, "Later, my mother will announce our wedding date in public. And she'll let us go on

stage. Then you just need to stand by my side obediently."

Lyra didn't speak and had little expression. She was very indifferent.

Anthony's mood was extraordinarily good and he continued to say self-consciously, "Two days ago, you

said your residence booklet is in the hands of your father. So we temporarily can not get a license. It

doesn't matter. We do the wedding first, and then get a marriage license when we return to Crana.

What do you think?"

Lyra hid the disgust in her eyes, and her tone was light: "You have already arranged it, so why pretend

to ask my opinion? Just do it according to your intention."

She didn't refuse, and Anthony was more than happy.

Noticing that she was carrying a glass of juice, Anthony offered to pour a glass of wine and handed it

over.

"How can we not have a glass of wine in such a nice atmosphere tonight? This is European Swye's

finest wine. It's not for export, only for the royal family. Can you try it?"

Lyra didn't even glance at him, "I've had a little cold lately. I don't want to drink."

"A cold? Are you not feeling well?"

Anthony immediately took off his jacket and wrapped her slim shoulders tightly.

"It's my bad. It's indeed quite cold lately. I promise I'll do it more carefully in the future! Absolutely don't

let you catch a cold and get sick!"