Chapter 6 As a Compensation for You

Melvin furrowed his brow, puzzled. When had he ever expressed a desire to abandon her? Why would she have such thoughts?

Confusion filled him, and he was about to catch up and clarify when someone firmly grasped the cuff of his trousers from behind.

"Melvin... I know I was wrong," Charlotte's pitiful face looked up from the ground, her voice choked with emotion as she weakly explained, "I was just afraid... afraid that during these three years apart, you would truly fall in love with Lyra. I was afraid you wouldn't want me anymore..."

Melvin's brow furrowed as he glanced down at her slightly swollen cheek. His eyes flickered for a moment, and he reached out to help her up, his tone softening slightly.

"I said I would give you a position. Divorce is inevitable, but you're being too hasty this time."

Charlotte grabbed his sleeve, pouting with grievance. "It's all my fault, but I never meant to harm anyone. I just used the wrong methods, Melvin... please forgive me!"

As he remained silent, she weakly leaned into his embrace, cautiously revealing her fair shoulder.

Melvin's dark eyes narrowed, and almost instinctively, he pushed her away.

"Melvin!"

Charlotte's eyes reddened as she stared at him with a resentful gaze. Was he truly repulsed by her now?

She felt an unwillingness deep within her.

Why was it that Lyra could get close to him and make advances last night, but she couldn't?

"That's enough."

Melvin held her hand, his cold gaze squinting, his unfamiliar eyes fixed on her.

"Lottie, I never expected you to resort to such methods and speak such mocking words. You used to be so innocent."

Charlotte was taken aback, realizing that she had truly angered him this time.

Melvin had a strong sense of boundaries and principles. Once those boundaries were crossed, he would only grow more disgusted with her.

"It's not like that! I'm sorry, I truly know I was wrong. I was just momentarily confused. Melvin, please give me a chance to change. Don't you remember how I saved you years ago?"

When she mentioned the past, Melvin's eyes flashed with the image of her determined and bright gaze back then. She was so petite, yet she could stand up and protect him.

Fine.

His gaze gradually softened. "Let's consider this as if it never happened. But you mustn't repeat the same mistake in the future."

Charlotte felt relief washing over her and was about to act coquettishly toward him when she noticed his palm open and extended toward her.

"Give me the key."

Her face stiffened, and she began to explain, but Melvin cut her off. "I know Fred gave you the villa key without my permission. Hand it over to me."

Fred was Melvin's long-standing assistant, who had been with him for many years.

Realizing she had been discovered, Charlotte reluctantly handed over the key.

"You won't come to this villa anymore. I'll arrange a new place for you as soon as possible. You're tired today, so go back to the hotel and rest."

Without waiting for Charlotte to say anything, Melvin instructed the driver to take her back.

Once Charlotte left, Fred cautiously entered the living room from the garden, standing in front of Melvin, waiting to be scolded.

Melvin's dark eyes glanced over him, his tone icy. "You have no say in my affairs. If there's a next time, leave on your own."

"Yes, sir."

Impatiently tugging at his tie, he took a puff of his cigarette, but his mind was consumed by the image of Lyra's eyes before she left.

Those eyes were cold and piercing.

Was it because she had been wrongly accused this time that she was determined to get a divorce?

Putting up a tough front, not even asking for a penny. Did she truly believe she could survive without money?

He didn't care about her life or death, yet he felt an inexplicable tightness in his chest, a constant unnamed anger that made him extremely uncomfortable. "Send someone to find Lyra and report to me once you locate her. Also, transfer the ownership of this villa to her name. Consider it my compensation for the divorce."

"Yes."

...

Lyra found the address of Angle Group online and took a taxi there with her luggage.

Since she had agreed to take over the company, she wanted to arrive early, understand the situation, and quickly complete the handover process.

Arriving at the company building, Lyra approached the reception desk and greeted, "Please inform the current CEO that I would like to see him."

The receptionist's expression froze, and she scrutinized Lyra from head to toe.

Although Lyra had a pretty face, her attire didn't seem to cost more than two hundred dollars. How dared she come and demand to see the CEO without an appointment!

"Do you have an appointment?"

Lyra shook her head. "No."

The receptionist almost burst out laughing at her audacity. "You dare to come to Angle Group without an appointment and act so arrogantly? All sorts of rubbish come flocking in, unaware of their own worth!"

Lyra furrowed her brow at the harsh and offensive words. "Is this how you usually treat guests?"