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Chapter 22 Never Understood Her

Lyra gritted her teeth, refusing to slow down. Instead, she accelerated, as if determined to go down together with the looming danger.

The two black cars in front of her were taken aback as they saw her rushing straight at them.

In the last two seconds before the collision, both black cars instinctively reversed by half a meter.

The small Volkswagen Santana narrowly squeezed through the gap.

Before she could catch her breath, the two black cars from earlier quickly chased after her.

Lyra thought about leading them in circles, but her car's acceleration performance was no match for the two black cars behind her. There was no way she could escape from under their watchful eyes.

She bit her lip, but her mind remained unusually calm.

Through the rearview mirror, she roughly counted the number of people in the black cars.

Including the drivers, there were five people in each car.

A total of ten men, all seemingly strong and robust.

If it came down to a battle of endurance, she would undoubtedly lose, but if she could use her agility and quickness to swiftly overcome the fight, she might have a sixty 0r seventy percent chance of success.

Since there was no way around it, and she was already in a bad mood today, she might as well have a good fight!

Damn it!

After calculating her options, she looked determined and chose to drive the car to the outskirts of an abandoned building to park.

The two black cars followed closely behind and stopped. Dozens of burly men got out of the cars in unison.

They held batons, their appearances fierce and menacing.

Lyra leaned against the car door, hands in her pockets, appearing casual.

The gangsters' eyes widened as they caught a glimpse of her sizzling figure beneath the white hip-hugging skirt.

Today's business was truly worth it!

Lyra calmly glanced at each of them and lightly parted her red lips, "Let's get to the point, who sent you?"

The leader of the gangsters looked at her and his eyes filled with a lustful gaze, "Little beauty, don't blame us, blame yourself for offending someone."

Seeing that they wouldn't reveal their employer's name, Lyra couldn't be bothered to waste any more words.

In front of them, she took off her high heels and held them in her hands, a faint smile playing on her lips as a cold light flashed in her eyes. "Alright then, bring it on!"

As she spoke, ten gangsters raised their batons and charged towards her.

"Beep beep beep!"

Suddenly, sharp car horn honks sounded from a distance.

A silver-gray Lamborghini Huracán appeared in the line of sight, executing a beautiful drift.

The driver had already changed. Fred, due to his poor driving skills, was kicked out of the car by Melvin and even had his salary deducted for a month.

Melvin, with a cold and handsome face, got out of the car.

His long legs carried a gust of wind as he walked, emanating a strong presence. With his power alone, he confronted the ten people behind him.

The group of gangsters were dumbfounded.

His cold black eyes were filled with killing intent as he walked straight past Lyra and kicked one of the small-time gangsters away.

The other gangsters instantly picked up their batons and engaged in a scuffle with him.

Seeing that he came to her rescue, Lyra put down her high heels, put them back on, and leaned against the car door to watch the fight.

If someone was willing to give a hand, she would gladly watch.

Melvin went in hard, his movements swift and decisive. Within a few minutes, he had taken down seven or eight of them, leaving only the leader of the thugs, who looked fiercely guarded.

He squeezed his hand bones, cracking them audibly, his deep eyes as dark as a deep pool.

The thug felt his heart race as Melvin's gaze bore into him, his legs trembling uncontrollably. He dropped to his knees.

"Please, spare me, Bro. I'll leave right away and never dare to trouble that lady again. Please, have some mercy..." he pleaded.

Melvin parted his lips, about to ask a question, when Lyra approached in her high heels. She grabbed the thug by his collar, her eyes filled with fierceness. "Who sent you?"

"I... I don't know. We usually take odd jobs, as long as the money is right. I truly don't know who it is," he stammered.

"If you won't talk," Lyra raised her other hand and delivered a harsh slap.

The thug, overwhelmed by Lyra's ferocity, cried and caught sight of Melvin's intense gaze beside her.

"Waaah, beautiful lady! No, no, my goddess! I swear I really don't know. That person was generous with money and asked us to take turns having sex with you, then film it and post online... Ah!"

Suddenly, a kick came from the side, sending him flying into a pillar.

With the sound of bones breaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out on the spot.

Lyra's face darkened as she turned to Melvin, "Why didn't you let him finish?"

Melvin's face darkened too. "Could you listen to him any longer? These people are appalling! Don't you think he deserved it?"

He didn't know what had come over him, but the moment he found out what those people had planned for Lyra, he couldn't control his anger.

Despite being divorced, she was still his ex-wife. No one else had the right to lay a hand on her.

As for Lyra, questioning him like that, shouldn't that person deserve to die?

Her excessive kindness was equivalent to foolishness.

Lyra gave him a frustrated look. "You knocked him out with a kick. He didn't even feel any pain. He should have been conscious, slowly enduring the torment. Being alive and suffering is the most painful. By kicking him, you let him off easy."

Melvin was speechless.

Turns out, he had overthought it.

Damn kindness, she was clearly a woman who paid back in kind.

"I'll have Fred investigate today's incident. You can rest assured, no need to be afraid," he said.

Lyra rolled her eyes at him.

Which eye of his saw her being afraid?

But Lyra was someone who clearly distinguished right from wrong. Since he had saved her this time, as long as he didn't cling to her, she would try her best not to mock him.

After surveying the thugs lying on the ground, a thought occurred to Lyra. She looked at Melvin and said, "You better investigate thoroughly if this has anything to do with some of your family members. If it does, I won't let them go."

Melvin nodded. "Don't worry, I won't cover for anyone..."

He paused and stared at Lyra with a half-smile, his gaze teasing. "But now, isn't it time we talked about us?"

"Me and you?" Lyra was baffled. "We've been completely done since the day we signed the divorce papers. There's nothing to talk about."

As she finished speaking, she turned to get into the car and go home.

"Watch out!"

Melvin yelled.

Seeing a thug closest to Lyra quietly getting up from the ground, already wielding a stick and swinging it toward Lyra's head.

But at that distance, he couldn't stop it!

For the first time, a panicked and out-of-control expression appeared on his face.

The next second, however, Lyra accurately grabbed the stick swung at her by the thug, executed a beautiful kick and threw him over her shoulder, sending him crashing to the ground.

Before that man could even cry out in pain, he passed out.

After dealing with the riffraff, Lyra turned around and glanced at Melvin, who still wore a shocked expression. She raised an eyebrow and smirked, challenging him.

Melvin's expression shifted from panic to astonishment.

As he watched the green Volkswagen Santana driven by Lyra disappear from sight, what lingered in his mind was the graceful counterattack she had just performed and her bold smile before leaving.

In their three years of marriage, he had always thought of his wife as someone without much determination or any remarkable qualities.

But after the divorce, she had repeatedly shattered his perception of her.

He realized he never truly understood her!

He stared at the direction Lyra had left, his gaze gradually growing dim.

Judging by her speed and movements, it seemed like... jujitsu?

And not at a low level.

Such proficiency couldn't be achieved overnight. Moreover, her gestures and a hint of nobility she revealed...

How could someone like her be a girl growing up as an orphan in Frayton?

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