Cordelia Locke cried her heart out.
It was so high, she really didn't dare to jump.
Ronan was playing her.
After Ronan's command, two servants quickly came up and lifted her up, dragging her away from the tower.
They dragged her out of the Emperor Hotel all the way and threw her out.
"Miss Cordelia, I won't ask you to repay the fare for the car I arranged for you. Here are your clothes."
Zane, the butler, held Cordelia Locke's cleaner's uniform with two fingers, as if touching some disgusting bacteria, and threw it away.
A huge wave of humiliation swept over Cordelia Locke's body.
She finally came to her senses, realizing that Ronan had never intended to reconcile with her.
He just wanted to humiliate her cruelly.
With resentment in her heart, she left.
She swore that she would not let this go, she would definitely sleep with Ronan!
When Zane, the butler, returned to the house, he happened to see Ron
The originally groggy Lyra suddenly shook, her face full of fear and tension as she looked around. That extremely arrogant and domineering voice rang out again: "Lyra, get your ass out here!" The voice seemed to be coming from a loudspeaker. An inexplicable premonition made Lyra look upstairs. She immediately widened her eyes, seeing a row of black-clad figures standing in the staircase corridor. Escaping was out of the question. That annoying voice continued. "Lyra, get out here now!" With these intimidating black-clad men around, the neighbors who were woken up could only whisper and wonder what was happening. Lyra gritted her teeth, grateful she now went by the name "Mia Vale"; otherwise, she'd be thoroughly embarrassed! She turned to go back inside, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand. But as she turned, those black-clad men all spoke up loudly and in unison: "Miss Lyra, please come
Ronan had no strength left, so he could only let Lyra kick his handsome face. Having lived for more than twenty years, Ronan had never been humiliated like this before. Anger churned in his chest, almost exploding. Several times, he tried to use his hands to pull Lyra's foot down, only to be harshly kicked on the hand by her. Lyra was simply addicted to kicking. Kick to death, you shameless scumbag! Jerk! Since their marriage seven years ago, she had always been in a disadvantaged position, always being abused by Ronan. Now that she finally had the chance to abuse this big scumbag, how could she easily let go of the opportunity? Lyra exerted all her strength, kicking and kicking Ronan's body, even her teddy bear slippers flew out. Until her chest anger was vented almost, she stopped. A bruise appeared on Ronan's left face, with a large imprint of the slipper. His eyes seemed to spew fire, staring
She felt a jolt at her brow and instinctively exclaimed, "Oops!" Then she was dragged into the helicopter. A strong male scent overwhelmed her, trapping her like a net, with no escape. Lyra was utterly bewildered! Ronan's eyes were menacing, glaring coldly at the woman in his arms, his pupils shrinking gradually. Initially, he was indeed dizzy from alcohol and a head injury, weak and unable to resist. But Lyra's bea
Ronan squinted slightly. He could feel that she hadn't done anything in these five years, as tight as ever. "Take your filthy hands off me!" Lyra's face contorted in pain, shouting angrily. However, it did not affect Ronan. He gave her a cold glance, not even raising an eyebrow. No matter how hard she resisted, his hands seemed stuck to her body like glue. "You...!" Lyra had barely opened her mouth, giving Ronan the opportunity. He immediately kissed her forcefully. The taste was too wonderful, too enjoyable. He had endured for five years, waited for five years, all for this day? Lyra beneath him was simply too exquisite. She was as delightful as an overly sweet chocolate. Even if someone pointed a gun at him now, he wouldn't stop; he was willing to indulge completely. That urgency, that impatience, made all his blood rush to a certain place below, making him both anxious and sore
Ronan looked strangely at the woman beneath him, unable to snap out of it for a long time. His expression was filled with confusion as he incredulously said, "What trick are you playing now?" Lyra replied calmly as if she had accepted everything, "Nothing, just had a change of heart, no big deal, just consider it being bitten by a dog." She gritted her teeth inwardly, this despicable man, she would make him regret it! "If I were a dog, would you still want to have my puppies?" Ronan raised an eyebrow. If it were anyone else daring to insult him like this, they would have been thrown off the rooftop long ago. But when it was Lyra insulting him, he found it amusing. He even hoped she would talk more to him, no matter what she said, he was willing to listen. Even if she cursed at him, he would be happy. He had rolled around in the business world for many years and experienced countless people. With just one look at Lyra's expression, he k
Zane, the butler, sat on the ground, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Mi... Madame!" Oh my god, in broad daylight, this is like seeing a ghost! Zane had followed out of concern for Ronan, but he never expected to see the woman who had supposedly died five years ago as soon as he tried to open the rooftop door. He almost instantly recognized her. There was no mistaking it! With his eyes closed, Zane shouted, "Amitabha! Amitabha! Madame, I know you were wronged when you died five years ago. Every year during Qingming Festival, I burn paper money for you, hoping you'll ascend to heaven soon and not linger in the human realm..." As Zane spoke, he continued to chant with his hands clasped together, his face looking like he was about to kneel before Lyra! Lyra's mouth twitched. Well, wasn't this something? In the minds of others, she had died five years ago. So of course, they would mistake her for a ghost now.
When the guards saw her, they immediately stood at attention, ready for anything. Approaching her, one of the guards politely asked, "Madame, may I help you with something?" Lyra glanced around and pulled the door slightly closed to block the guard's view, preventing him from seeing inside. She smiled and said, "Well, you see, Ronan wants to eat breakfast, so I'm going out to buy him some. You stay here and make sure no one disturbs his rest." The guard hesitated; Zane had already told them. The woman in the master's hospital room was his wife, the legitimate mistress. Although they didn't understand what was going on, they knew too much about the grievances of the wealthy family was unnecessary. As long as they treated this mistress well! The guard nodded, "Which restaurant does the master want xiaolongbao from? I'll go buy it immediately." Lyra hurriedly said, "No need; only I know where that restaurant is."
Lyra was startled. She hadn't expected Ronan to lose control like this. He could kill someone like this! Though she hated him, she didn't want Matthew's father to go to prison. Just imagine, having a father who was a murderer. Matthew would never hold his head up high. The next moment, Lyra jumped up and rushed over to stand in front of the bodyguard. "Ronan, you can't do this to him!" Suddenly, Lyra remembered many years ago when Ronan inexplicably beat her, whipping her with a belt until she was covered in bruises. At that time, doctors came to treat her wounds and told her that Ronan had suffered trauma in his childhood. He had a condition called paranoid personality disorder. He was extremely irritable and prone to violent outbursts, which he couldn't control. Lyra couldn't bear to watch the bodyguard lose his life because of her! "You can't?" Ronan scoffed, his lips curling mockingly