After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 159

Police department?

It came pretty quickly.

Lyra did not have the slightest surprise and consciously stretched out her small and tender hands, smiling with arched eyebrows, "Yes, then let's go."

It was the first time for Bernard to see a woman who was so proactive and calm when she was arrested.

Especially her smile, it was calm and but compelling.

He had seen Ashley's injury photos. Her body was bloody so the abuser must have used the professional and cruel means.

He could hardly imagine that it would be the simple and naive-looking girl in front of him, and could not help but be more cautious about the matter. He went forward to prepare to put electronic handcuffs on Lyra.

Before he could do it, Bernard's hands were violently pressed.

Melvin was washing dishes and came out of the villa when he heard the commotion and saw the scene as soon as he arrived.

He sulked and looked straight at Bernard, "These things have nothing to do with her. I did them. If you want to take custody of her, take me."

Lyra looked puzzled.

"You just peeled a few oranges yesterday. What's your business? Go away."

Instead of stepping back, Melvin took a step forward and guarded her firmly behind him.

His dark eyes, deep as night, still fixed on Bernard, and he said righteously, "I know everything about this matter. If you want to find out the truth, then take me."

Lyra was a little annoyed. She did the thing herself and it was none of his business.

The man standing in front of her turned around gently, unaware of what she was thinking, and smiled broadly, "Don't be afraid. You go back first. I'll solve this."

Lyra was speechless.

Which one of his eyes saw that she was afraid?

"I've never been in a police department before. How funny is that. I just want to go there for a cup of tea."

Melvin and Bernard were dumbfound by what she said.

Did she think police department was a tea house?

Still funny?

Bernard looked the two back and forth, and from what they said, he thought both should have been there at the time.

"Since both of you are related to this case. Let's go together!"

Bernard took out another pair of handcuffs.

Lyra didn't object.

Melvin put his finger in her pie so it was nice he was taken together with her. She smiled and agreed, "Sure, but I'd like to have a word with my bodyguard. I'll be quick."

Fifteen was called out.

Lyra found a black and gold card from her bag, handed it to Fifteen, and whispered something else in his ear.

...

Eventually, both were electronically handcuffed and put into a special police car.

In the car, Lyra sat quietly, with little expression on her face. Occasionally she admired the scenery outside the window.

Melvin was watching her for a moment, and noticed that her wrists were red from the handcuffs.

A trace of depression and heartache gradually emerged in his dark eyes.

He took Lyra's wrists and massaged the red marks on her wrists, "Does it hurt?"

Lyra was not that delicate.

But since he was happy to show attentiveness, she didn't take back her hands.

...

Elizabeth was already there when she entered the police department's special interrogation room, and even Ashley, covered in bandages, insisted on coming.

She wanted to see this bitch being sent to jail!

As soon as Lyra entered the interrogation room, she noticed Ashley who looked like a mummy.

She burst into laughter right away.

"Miss Harrington, I'm deeply moved. You rush over even if you feel extremely painful. I really admire you!"

Ashley was really in pain, so much so that she could barely speak.

Elizabeth and Ashley, both stared at her with hatred.

Bernard, the captain, entered the room and began a serious questioning.

"Mrs. Scott, who were the two who broke into your house and acted aggressively?"

He pointed to Melvin and Lyra.

At this moment, among them, one was calm and relaxed.

And the other face was restraining.

Neither looked like being easy to mess with.

Elizabeth thought about it and pointed indignantly at Lyra, but wasn't about to let Melvin get away with it either.

"She's the ringleader, and he can't get away with being an accomplice!"

Bernard took out another picture of Ashley's injury and handed it to Lyra in all seriousness.

Lyra looked confused, "Who is this? Why is she beaten like this? She's so ugly."

She smiled, as if it really had nothing to do with her.

Ashley heard her last extraordinarily heartbreaking word and she was about to explode with rage, holding back the pain and whimpering.

"She! She lied ..."

Lyra acted like she sudden realized something and looked at Ashley, "So this person is Miss Harrington. So wonder so ugly. You're broken in body but firm in spirit. And you personally catch the real killer."

Melvin laughed.

Both Elizabeth and Ashley were furious at her attitude.

Elizabeth slammed the table, "Yesterday it was you led people to break into my house. I thought you have the courage to take the blame for what you have done. I didn't expect you're so shameless."

Bernard frowned and tapped his fingers on the table, "Quiet."

Lyra rested her elbows on the table and her handcuffed hands were resting gently under her chin.

She blinked innocently and looked to Bernard, "Drear officer, look how mean she is. She is forcing me to admit it."

Drear officer?

Melvin frowned.

She had never called him in that sweet and mushy way before.

And she was smiling so nicely on purpose. Did she fall in love with Bernard?

Being envious, Melvin's hands that were confined by electronic handcuffs squeezed tightly. Because his skin was fragile, soon there was a circle of swelling marks.

Lyra's smile was indeed playful and seductive.

Bernard was moved and spoke in a softer tone, "Yesterday the Harrington family's surveillance was destroyed, but the servants' statements point to you. How do you explain this?"

Lyra's beautiful eyes trembled lightly, "Dear officer, the Harrington family is a first-class rich people in Frayton. Their servants favor their own master. That's too normal, right?"

She paused and continued, "I have read the current evidence. Regardless of the smashed limousine, or Miss Harrington herself, it seems that there are no fingerprints of Melvin and I. And there are no witnesses other than the Harringtons. I'm afraid the charges against me are insufficient."

Elizabeth snorted with disdain.

Bernard looked over the survey and had a few words of agreement with her.

Seeing that he was wavering, Lyra continued, "I can't even go to work because you've been holding me here for hours. If you don't have enough evidence, maybe you should take the cuffs off?"

She said while shaking her slender wrist. And the red marks were struck on her fair and flawless skin.

Bernard agreed, "It is true that there is no enough evidence. Then first ..."

"Bernard Puckett!"

Before he could finish his words, Elizabeth interrupted viciously and sneered, "You are not qualified to make that decision yet!"

Bernard was a little annoyed and just wanted to retort, but suddenly another police officer rushed to open the door and whispered a few words.

Bernard gradually changed his face.

After struggling for a while, he said numbly, "Sorry, the handcuffs can not be unlocked yet. Miss Carroll is still very suspicious. I'll put you in the confinement room for trial later."

The confinement room was not a good place, and was usually used for felons who refused to say anything even with enough evidence.

Staying at that room just for a day was a brutal torture, specializing in attacking prisoners who were stubborn and reluctant to admit mistakes or defeats from both the physical and mental terms.

It was a very special presence and was rarely used.

Elizabeth and Ashley laughed at this.

Bernard waved his hand and had Lyra taken into the confinement room.

Lyra smiled slightly. She did not move not struggle, and did not refute.

Seeing that the police wanted to pull Lyra, Melvin got up to block him. His black eyes were cold and tyrannical. His hostile aura in his body was appalling, like a precursor to a rainstorm.

"You're just a police officer in Frayton. Not worthy to touch her."

Lyra smiled and raised her eyebrows.

He was finally unable to hold back and willing to expose his identity?