After divorce I am a billionaire

Hearing this, Sheila's eyes sparkled with excitement.

She seemed to be feeling the thrill of revenge already and can't wait to see that bitch's miserable end.

...

Lyra was led by the maid to the dressing room backstage.

Abigail, in her wheelchair, also quietly avoided the guests and followed.

"Miss Carroll, these casual clothes are selected in your size. Please take your pick."

The maid respectfully pointed to the five sets of clothes laid out on the table.

Lyra was about to pick out a random piece when Abigail suddenly pushed in the door.

"I'm here. You can get out."

"Yes."

The maids quickly closed the door and left, leaving Lyra and Abigail alone in the dressing room for an instant.

Abigail looked serious, pushed her wheelchair to the window and opened it as soon as she could.

"Here is the second floor. Climb down with the water pipe. There is a path on the right, and then thirty meters ahead there is a small door. The door is not locked. I let people quietly open a slit. The security guards are also driven away..."

"You're... asking me to run away?" Lyra laughed at that.

"Or what?"

Abigail turned her wheelchair and came over with an unpleasant face and pulled her towards the window.

"Do you really want to fight Master Dacey? He has never been defeated since he became famous. This is clearly the Freeman family wants to fix you. If you really fight, you will die or cripple."

Lyra looked at her serious face, which was sincere for her own planning. She can't what the feeling was, which was very strange.

After all, they had known each other for even less than half a month.

Abigail saw that she did not say anything, and her expression was still strange, then she hastened to add, "Don't feel guilty. I am not doing this for you. If you have an accident, the Matthews family will take the primary responsibility, so you go now! I will go to explain."

She didn't move, but only smiled.

"I'm not going anywhere, and, you're so sure I'm going to lose?"

The tone was clearly wild.

But Abigail was so captivated by the light in her eyes that for a moment she wanted to see her actually win against Master Dacey.

Just as Abigail was wandering, Lyra had grabbed a set of clothes at hand and entered a cubicle to change.

In the hall, the crowd was distracted watching the show and waiting for the next big event.

Sheila was already waiting impatiently and kept checking the time.

"Why isn't this bitch out yet? She's not going to run away from the battle, is she?"

As she looked around, she suddenly noticed something, "Why isn't Abigail here either? Will she really help that bitch escape?"

Next, Fiona's expression became serious as well, but she did not say anything.

Ashley was still unhurried, "Afraid of what? She promised herself, and the Matthews family advocated her to change clothes. If she runs away, the Matthews family will the responsibility. That will definitely disgrace the Matthews among all the noble families."

The darkness under her eyes flashed.

"Just wait and see. If the Matthews family dares to help her leave and make excuses, I will have a way to make the Matthews get down on the spot today!"

Three shows had ended.

The audience can't wait any longer.

Master Dacey also waited impatiently and had a dark face.

Seeing this, Sheila stood up and offered to ask Katelyn, "Mrs. Matthews, hasn't she changed her clothes yet? will she run away after bragging?"

Katelyn's face froze and she gave a quick smile to ease her embarrassment.

After glancing at the backstage a few more times, she saw that there was still nothing moving, so she planned to explain according to the rhetoric Abigail had arranged. "I'm really sorry, Miss Carroll she ..."

"I'm right here. What's your hurry?"

Before Katelyn could finish her words, she was interrupted by Lyra, who was coming out of the backstage and said to Sheila.

Sheila grunted and rolled her eyes at her.

Because she couldn't wait to see she would be beaten up by the master, Sheila urged, "Now that you've changed, let's get started!"

The crowd was quiet.

Many of the guests waited to see Lyra get hit hard for her arrogant words.

There were also some rich second generation who coveted Lyra whose sportswear can not cover her delicate body, lamenting that such a hot beauty unfortunately offended others. All the guests had different minds about her.

Master Dacey and Lyra came on from each side of the stage.

"Little girl, don't cry when you lose the fight later, and say I bully you."

Master Dacey looked at her in a playful way, followed by the audience who laughed at her for they thought Lyra overestimated her strength.

Only Keith, he was still sitting nobly and sipping the wine with a light expression.

Sheila glanced at his expression and snickered that Keith must be sick of Lyra the bitch and didn't care if the bitch lived or died.

Did this mean she had a chance?

She was looking at Keith's handsome face when Lyra was on the stage and frowned at Master Dacey's words, "Noisy, just start."

As soon as she finished her words, she quickly struck out. Her movements were clearly light but swift.

Before any of the guests in the arena could react, Master Dacey had already been kicked in the chest and took a half step backwards.

The whole room was stunned and fell into silence.

That was the end of ...?!

People who knew nothing about martial arts can't even see the action, and the master got killed in seconds?

Master Dacey himself was shocked. Although he saw the movements of Lyra's kick, he was beaten before he had time to respond.

But if he admitted defeat in front of so many people and confessed that he can't even beat a weak little girl, he will be humiliated and how can he still practise the martial arts in the future? Thinking of this, he patted the ash on his body and lightly snorted: "This young lady is good. But since you just use one move, I will have to fight seriously this time!"

When the people heard him, they believed him.

He was praised for his very gentlemanly behavior.

She was just a weak woman, how can she beat Master Dacey? So he really did this on purpose!

With the experience of the first time, Master Dacey concentrated and took the lead, attacking Lyra with ten percent of his strength.

Lyra didn't move until he was closing to her, then twisted sideways.

Master Dacey was incredible that she can dodge it.

Being shocked, he continued to launch his attack, feeling anxious to use all of his strength.

The two came and went, wrestling together, but the action was extremely fast, except for insiders, others could not even see how the two made their moves against each others.

Some people who originally did not think highly of Lyra. Seeing that the two actually fought neck and neck, they could not help but look at Lyra, and even fall back on the hope that she could win. Keith's expression became grimmer.

As an older brother, he knew how many strength his sister had, and if they continued to drag it out, it will become a physical battle, and she will definitely lose.

Lyra also knew that continuing was not an option, but struggled to find Master Dacey's weakness.

Seeing that Master Dacey still didn't win the contest yet, the audience even began to support Lyra.

He was anxious and panicked, and his movements were getting harder and harder.

But the more he got panic, the easier it was to reveal his weak point.

Lyra decisively seized the opportunity, lightly dodged his attack, and then quickly struck, also with full force.

Master Dacey was unable to dodge and was kicked directly in the nose and fell to the ground with a muffled grunt.

Lyra, on the other hand, stood firmly on the stage, looking askance at him from above. She smiled slightly, "You've lost again."

Lost "again"!

Master Dacey felt a great insult and was trying to get up from the ground when he suddenly felt a warm stream running through his nose ...