A Divorce Make Me Rich

Stacy’s face froze, but then she smiled even wider.

She pulled Lyra aside and whispered in her ear, “The three directors are all respected figures of Grandviz. They could easily decide whether our artists will get the main roles of this TV show. Be careful not to offend them.”

Lyra nodded, with little expression on her face.

The two finished their private chitchat and politely turned back around.

The three directors stared at Lyra with unblinking eyes, their eyes glinting with lust, which disgusted Lyra.

“Miss Carroll really lives up to your name. Not only are you beautiful, you’re in such a good shape.”

Mr. Harper was the first to speak.

“Thank you for your compliment. You three misters are the best of the best.” Lyra replied with a smile.

Stacy greeted everyone warmly and have them seated.

She raised the glass, being the first to toast to Lyra, “Miss Carroll, this is your first time negotiating business in person since you took office. Here’s to you. I wish you a success.”

A glass of red wine was forced into Lyra’s hands.

Lyra elegantly swirled the wine and took a sniff, “1982 Chateau Lafite Rothschild, excellent.”

She smiled and gently clinked her glass with Stacy, before raising her head and gulping it all down.

Mr. McCormick tried to fawn on her, “I didn’t expect Miss Carroll also have a profound understanding of wine, and you don’t hesitate to drink. How charming! Please accept my toast.”

Lyra asked, “Are we here today to talk about the casting of Grandviz’s new show? We haven’t got to the point yet.”

The directors were all unhurried, “Surly we’ll get to that. But the rule is to drink first before talking about the business. Miss Carroll, you aren’t gonna break the rule, right?”

The three directors were all smiles and came up to toast to her.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Lyra didn’t even refuse and drank glass after glass.

…

At the President’s office, Frazier Group.

Fred knocked on the door and respectfully handed over a file containing information about Lyra’s life.

“Boss, our people have carefully checked three times. This is the result we’ve got. Please take a look.”

Melvin took it, browsing through the file, flipping the pages back and forth for several times, and his handsome brows were slightly furrowed.

Her experience may seem seamless on the surface and her life uneventful.

But about the years before she was fifteen years old, it only said she was in an orphanage. That was all, it was even a mystery about when she was put in the orphanage.

Not even Melvin’s elite hackers could dig out her history?

Fred saw his suspicion and asked, “Should we let them continue to dig deeper?”

“It’s not necessary.”

Melvin closed the file and put it on the pile, “She is deliberately hiding it from us. It would just be a waste of energy to investigate further, but her life must be more than that.”

His walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, lit up a cigarette, unfathomable emotions in his eyes.

Fred opened the schedule on his iPad and asked again, “Boss, you have a dinner reservation for tonight that you’ve made a week ago. Are you attending?”

“Yes.”

…

At the Grandviz dinner party.

Four people took turns filling up Lyra’s glass and they had toasted for about three rounds, Lyra never refused once.

They had finished six bottles of red wine already.

However, her cheeks were only slightly flushed, which making her more seductive in the hazy light, but her eyes were very clear.

Stacy shook her dizzy head and got a little frustrated.

She didn’t expect this chick to drink so much, so much so that she and the three directors were drunk, but Lyra was sober as hell?

They could hardly drink anymore.

The saw Lyra voluntarily poured herself another glass of red wine and gulped it down once again.

And then, the pair of clear, bright eyes glanced at them one by one, with a gorgeous but somewhat sarcastic smile on her face.

Good God!

They were in awe!

If they didn’t see it with their own eyes, they wouldn’t have believed that this woman actually drink like a fish!

“Misters, Miss Kim, why aren’t you drinking anymore? If you’ve had enough, then shouldn’t we start talking about business?”

Now it was Lyra who took the upper hand and toast them in return.

The three directors hurriedly darted their stern gazes at Stacy, as if to tell her to hurry up and fix this.

They couldn’t continue to drink anymore, or they would crash onto the ground the next moment.

Stacy gritted her teeth in hatred, knowing full well that this was not the right way to go.

Luckily, before coming here, Irene gave her a packet of colorless and odorless powder just in case of a change of plan.

She exchanged a look with Mr. Pollard, who understood and spoke with a smile.

“Has Miss Carroll read the plan for our new TV show?”

He asked while taking out a document and handing it to Lyra, “Here’s the latest version. You might want to take another look at it and tell us whom you have in mind.”

Lyra got up to take it.

Suddenly, there was a clank.

It was her glass that was accidentally knocked to the floor by Stacy next to her.

“Sorry, so sorry! I didn’t mean to do it. Maybe I’m a little drunk now. Let me get you a new glass of wine.”

Lyra threw her a thoughtful glance, but didn’t stop her.

A few moments later, Stacy came back with a new wine glass, filled it up with red wine and handed it to Lyra.

Mr. Pollard and Stacy continued to exchange glances and couldn’t wait to raise their glasses and start toasting Lyra again.

Lyra didn’t take it, “There’s no rush. This one is for the end of the night.”

Mr. Pollard didn’t understand what she meant and echoed, “Ok, alrgiht, whatever the pretty lady says.”

“I’ve looked at this character sheet carefully, and I think there seems to be a bit of a problem here…” said Lyra while moving her glass slightly.

She got up, held the file in her hand, leaned over, and handed it to Mr. Pollard to read.

The three directors looked at her hot body and couldn’t withdraw their gazes.

Due to the lack of support, Lyra had to place the document on two glasses which were put next to each other before she pointed out the specific problem.

The directors’ attention was not even on the documents at this moment, only thinking of finishing the talk quickly.

No matter what Lyra suggested, they didn’t hesitate to agree to it.

Mr. Pollard once again urgently raised his glass, “Miss Carroll, now that the job is done, why don’t we all raise our glasses and celebrate our upcoming collaboration.”

Lyra didn’t refuse this time, lifted her glass and gently clinked it with the others, but she didn’t rush to drink.

The four finished their drinks almost instantly, their eyes all looking either expectantly or excitedly at Lyra.

The dark red wine smelled intoxicatingly aromatic.

Lyra brought the wine to her lips and, after a slight hesitation, drank it all.

But in a few seconds, her eyes became hazy and she shook her head dizzily, finally collapsing onto the table in a defenseless state.

The four men looked at the glass with not a drop left and smiled triumphantly.

…

In the middle of the meal, Melvin came out of the box and went to the bathroom.

On the way back through the emergency exit, he noticed a woman that seemed familiar talking to a big-bellied man in the corner.

He looked carefully and found that the woman was the one showing off her BMW to Lyra that day at the underground parking.

Melvin was not interested in gossips and turned his head to leave, but then he keenly heard the woman’s words.

“Mr. Pollard, please remind the other two directors to record a video of Lyra for me afterwards, and please give me the priority in all future projects of Mr. Harper and Mr. McCormick.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get your share of the cake.”

After Mr. Pollard finished, he rubbed his hands together and was eager to go back to the private room to enjoy the beautiful girl.

However, just as he turned his head, his collar was clutched violently by someone else.