After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 402 I don't care whether you are noble daughter or not

In front of the dress rack, Ethel was excited to show Lyra the dresses she had chosen.

"Lyra, they all look good to me. Which one do you think suits me better?"

Lyra smiled, "You have to try them on before you know if they fit."

"You're right." Ethel immediately looked to the sales, "Send those to the changing room. I want to try

them on."

"Okay." The sales immediately took the clothes Ethel had carefully picked out and went over to the

changing room.

Once the sales left, Ethel took Lyra's arm once again and smiled innocently, "To put on the formal dress

is complicated. It's inconvenient for me to put it on alone. Lyra, can you go in with me and help me

fasten the buckle?"

Lyra didn't say a word, didn't explicitly agree, and didn't refuse either.

Ethel made the decision for Lyra and took her into the changing room.

When undressing in front of Lyra, Ethel did not shy away as if the two were really intimate sister for

many years.

Lyra leaned against the wall and looked at her coldly, "You asked me to come over. And you definitely

don't just want me to help you pick out dress. I don't like to beat around the bush. Now there are only

two of us here. You can say it straight."

Ethel suddenly stopped dressing but quickly continued.

"Lyra, you've always wanted to know who is the sponsor behind me who can let me stand still. And at

the age of nineteen, I have already got so many awards in the entertainment industry."

She sounded mystical, "Actually, there are two people. They're helping me at the same time, and give

me a lot of power."

Lyra listened to her gently, without speaking.

Ethel put on her heels while continuing, "You've forgotten all those things when you were fifteen, but I

still remember the first time we met. In the street, when you saw me who was poor and cute, you

decided to adopt me. And I like you too."

"But I don't just like you, I also like your dad and your brothers. And I greedily think that as long as

you're disappeared, I'm the Lloyd family's only daughter."

Lyra's eyebrows knitted together. These words were exactly the same as she heard in her dreams.

"So I quietly stole Micah's nerve-stimulating drug, then asked you out. And when you were unprepared,

I stabbed the syringe into the back of your neck and pushed you into the sea. But I didn't expect that

you were so lucky that you didn't die."

Lyra clenched her hands and asked her in a cold and sullen voice, "Aren't you afraid I brought a

recording pen with me today?"

Ethel covered her mouth and laughed. Her face was as beautiful as a little fairy, "Since I dare to tell

you, of course I'm not afraid! With the strength of dad and brothers, do you think they really need to

take so long to find you?"

"Actually, your brothers knew about it a long time ago. He was the one who acquiesced to what I did."

Lyra's heart fluttered and her fingertips pinched her palms before she suppressed her inner rage and

called back to her senses, "Which brother are you talking about?"

"You can guess." What she said was mystic and she leaned close to Lyra's ear with a big smile, "Could

it be that all three brothers have a share?"

Lyra did not say anything. She looked cold but her heart was colder.

Ethel walked to the mirror, and posed elegantly.

Seeing that Lyra still froze in place, the mockery in her eyes intensified, "Is it good to be distrusted by Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

your favorite brothers?"

"But Lyra, what can you do now?"

"They have completely accepted me. Collin hides my illegitimate daughter identity and let me become

the real daughter of the Lloyd family. Micah often cares for my health, even Keith today, personally

comes to accompany me to choose a dress."

"They are no longer your brothers!"

Her good-looking eyes had a glimmer of smile and her little face was beautiful and arrogant.

"You deliberately said this to provoke me?"

Lyra's cold eyes lifted and stared at her quietly, "Then I tell you, you succeeded, but there is a price to

pay for angering me!"

After saying that, Lyra's eyes suddenly turned malicious. She directly walked up. Her left hand grabbed

her hair, and her right hand raised to slap her in the face heavily.

There was a loud sound.

Ethel was dazed and her face was in pain.

In the entertainment industry for so many years, she had to control her diet and her weight. So, she

was very thin and weak. And she didn't know martial arts, so she can not resist Lyra.

Lyra pinched her small face and gazed at her coldly. Her tone sounded high-handed, "Ethel, you still

don't know me well enough. You think by provoking me, I will be emotional, my hands will shake and

then it will affect the babies in my belly?"

"Heh, you're wrong. If I am angry, I never restrain myself. You upset me, I do not care whether you're

the real daughter or not, I will fix you and never let you go off!"

After saying this, Lyra slapped her again viciously in Ethel's delicate face.

Ethel's eyes were watery with pain and she couldn't break free, so she could only cry out, "Keith! Save

me!"

Lyra's hand, which grabbed her hair, pulled it back hard, and the sarcasm on her face deepened,

"Ethel, he's my brother who has loved me for twenty years. We can guess whom he'll care about first

when he comes in later?"

Ethel froze and was acutely aware that something was wrong.

Within a few minutes, Keith heard the commotion and came in in a frenzy.

Lyra pushed Ethel out the moment he lifted the curtain and entered, and fell backwards behind herself.

"Rara!"

Keith came in without even looking at Ethel, who had fallen to the floor.

In the moment before Lyra fell to the ground, he carried her up into his arms and held her close.

As he heard the sound of the slap, Keith immediately checked her face for injuries, and only after

seeing that her little face was still fair and pretty, was he silently relieved.

He took her right hand and helped her stroke her palm that was red from the beating.

When Keith touched her hand, she was acutely aware of something and raised her eyes to stare at him

inexplicably.

He helped her stand upright before turning to pull Ethel up, who was miserable on the floor.

His tone returned to its usual and subdued bass, "What's going on? How come you're fighting with no

reason?"

Ethel immediately nuzzled into his arms, covering the corner of her bleeding mouth and crying.

"Keith, Lyra said I am the one who stole your affection and told you about her being the bastard

daughter of a prisoner. So she wanted to teach me a lesson."

Keith wrinkled his eyebrows and looked at Lyra, "Rara, this is your fault. She is after all the youngest

sister in the family now. You should forgive her."

Lyra sneered, opened the bag, took out about ten thousand bills, and threw them into Ethel's face.

"I've beaten her. I'm responsible for that."

After sarcastically throwing the money, she turned her head and walked away without looking back.

Once Lyra was gone, Keith pinched Ethel's cheek.

Although he was saying caring words, his tone sounded careless, "Let me see. How is your injury?"

"Hiss ..."

Ethel couldn't sustain the pain and her brows furrowed, "Keith, be gentle. It hurts."

Keith let her go, being expressionless, "Okay, it's not broken. Just a little swollen. Go home to get an

ice pack, and then use some swelling cream. It will be fine."

Ethel covered her face and started crying again, complaining, "Keith, does she really hate me that

much? I like her, so I want her to pick out a dress with me. What did I do wrong?"

Keith lectured her in a serious manner.

"Eldest sister is like mother. Whether you have done wrong or not, she beat you and you should

sustain. Don't blame her and don't complain. Do you understand?"