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After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 178 Interrogation?
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As soon as he said these words, Chad received the cold light of violent anger under Melvin's eyes.

He also knew that he was too anxious and said the wrong thing, and consciously slapped his face twice heavily and bowed his head to admit his mistake, "Sorry boss, | was the one who got excited and didn't mean to curse you." He slapped his face hard and the corners of the mouth were broken, seeping a little blood.

Although the eyes were red, the face was written with displeasure and not too convincing look.

Melvin eased the pain in his body, and did not have the strength to argue with him. His voice was low and weak.

"I'll go back, but first to deal with Lyra's matter. You tell Brad to go back first, ask if there is a potion that can temporarily suppress S404. In addition, look for the special cream to get rid of scars.” Chad was speechless, "Boss, you still think about whether the wound will leave scars. Is good look important? It's life that matters!" Melvin glared at him grimly. His tone was cold, "Continue." Chad gasped, did not dare to delay, and slapped himself hard. His face was even more swollen.

The boss did not shout to stop, and he was about to continue to slap himself. Then Melvin stopped him, "Enough." Chad rubbed his swollen face.

He complained his boss who was simply heartless and unjust! His boss wanted to pursue his ex-wife and didn’t care about this group of brothers who had fought with him! He was an inhumane guy! Melvin couldn't hear Chad's bellyaching, and there was little expression on his blank face.

After talking too much just now, he was a bit drained and lay back on the bed to rest with Chad's help.

He wanted to get rid of the scars because he found that Lyra seemed to like to admire the body of a man, the abdominal muscles and back muscles and so on. If his back becugly because of the scar, then he lost another advantage to chase her.

After that, the ward was extraordinarily quiet.

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Chad stood and rubbed his wounds with grievance.

Melvin was in bed and withstood the pain.

It wasn't until Eleven cin that the silence was broken.

Being slightly surprised to see Chad was there as well, Eleven placed the packed breakfast by the bed while asking, "When did Chad get here?" Chad didn't speak.

Eleven approached him and glanced at him.

What he looked shocked him.

"What happened to your face? Why is it hurt like this? Who hit you?" He looked incredulously at Melvin, who was a sick man with a frail face, and there was no way he could have beaten someone up like that.

Chad held his anger, took the tissue paper on the bedside table, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said in no good mood, "It's fine. | did it!" Eleven gulped.

This person was ruthless enough to beat even himself? That was awesome! He was frightened and consciously lowered his presence to help Melvin open the take-out box for his porridge order.

Melvin sat up and gave Chad a cold glance, "What are you doing standing here? No business?" Chad reacted, "Oh yes, | still have things to do, so I'll leave first. Take a good rest. Eleven, please take a good care of him." "Okay." Eleven replied briskly.

Half an hour later, Bernard, the captain of the third division of the police department, personally went to the luxury single room and invited Lyra out.

"Miss Carroll, you had a hard there last night. You can go now." Seeing him smile ingratiatingly, Lyra was a little surprised, "No statement this time?" Bernard laughed.

"No, it has been investigated clearly. What you did belongs to self-defense. Although the means of defense is a little too radical, you can pay smoney for compensation.” Bernard did not expect that it was only early in the morning that both the National Investigation Bureau and Collin released their demands for Lyra Lloyd's bail, and he was once again amazed by the group of bigwigs behind her.

Unexpectedly, Lyra said nothing and exited her luxurious room at a leisurely pace.

Bernard followed after her and suddenly remembered something and hastened to add.

"By the way, the National Investigation Bureau called and said that if you want to arraign last night's prisoner Jerry Webster, you can do it anytime, and we'll all cooperate with you fully." Lyra's feet halted and her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"National Investigation Bureau?" Bernard nodded, "Yes, you really have too much support. The two sides of the highest discourse support you. Could helpto say a few good words in front of them?" Lyra pursed her lips. Her expression was grim.

She was sure she didn't know anyone at the National Investigation Bureau, so why would anyone there help her? But since she was given the privilege of arraignment, she couldn't waste it.

"You said the guy who committed the crlast night was named Jerry Webster. Where is he being held? Taketo see.” "Yes, please go this way." Bernard led her to turn around and head to the far end.

Walking down the aisle, Lyra wasn't idle.

She asked Bernard absently, "Who is the current boss of the National Investigation Bureau? How c| haven't heard of him.

He's very low-key?" Bernard respectfully replied, "If you don't know, | don't know either. This Boss has never shown up, and there are no details about his identity. All his orders are for his men to carry out." He paused and continued, "There is rumor that it's because the boss's too ugly, it usually wears a mask on missions. And as for the identity, it's even more of a mystery, but | reckon that such a big shot must cfrom one of Suham'’s several big families!" Lyra didn't say anything. Her beautiful eyes were deep in thought as she pondered his words.

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As the two talked, they unconsciously walked to the door where Jerry was being held.

Bernard directed the police to unlock the door.

Jerry was also held in a separate cubicle because he would be arraigned the next day.

The door opened and he was curled up in the damp corner of the cubicle, with his back to the door, motionless, as if he was asleep.

"Jerry, get up!" A police officer stepped forward and gently kicked him twice with his foot.

There was no response.

Lyra sensed something was wrong and was just about to go inside to check when she heard the police officer inside yell, "Mr.

Bernard, the man is dead!" "Ah? How could he suddenly die? Didn't we help him stop the bleeding and medicate his injuries last night!?" Bernard was chanting, while quickly walking up to inspect the situation of Jerry on the ground, "The body is still hot. He is just dead. There are no obvious fatal injuries on the body but a suspected needle wound in the neck. I'm not sure if it was injected with drugs. Notify the forensic pathologist. Prepare for autopsy!" He mused and asked again, "Who else cto see him this morning?" Police: "No more, no one has passed by this way except the internal police." Lyra stood in the doorway, listening intently, and suddenly realized something, "Lock down the entire police department and don't let anyone out!" Bernard quickly pressed the alarm and locked down the department.

The alarm bell rang loudly and the sound was very harsh.

Lyra bit her lower lip lightly, staring intently at Jerry's body in the corner.

Instead of getting the person killed last night, this person was killed after she knew he would be arraigned this morning.

Was this a deliberate demonstration to her? Bernard investigated all police personnel, including outsiders. Ther was no suspicious personnel, and later he checked the surveillance.

But on the surveillance video, he saw a scene that was both bizarre and arrogant.

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