My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

In the office, Julien tapped his index finger on the desktop rhythmically.

He seemed to be waiting for something.

After another five minutes or so, Zach came back. "Sir, although there were some setbacks, I found it."

The man slowly raised his eyes. "What setback?"

"The surveillance on that street has been overwritten long ago, and it's not easy to find since it's video footage from six years ago. Then, a computer repairman told me that he had a copy. He said that the car accident six years ago was a huge case, so he saved it. He came to me when he found out that I was looking for the video."

After Zack finished speaking, he looked at Julien carefully. "Ms. Madden's car in the video was indeed hit by another blue car. Do you want to see it?"

Back then, Sydney was driving a blue Audi.

"No need." Julien's face was indifferent as he instructed, "Give it to me and make arrangements for that person. We don't want him to go out and talk nonsense."

"Understood."

Zach had been with Julien for many years, so he naturally knew exactly what he meant. It was clear that Julien did not intend to make this matter public, nor did he want his ex-wife to go to jail for it. Julien stared at the pen in his hand and fell into deep thought.

After a while, he picked up his jacket and went back to Flint Mansion.

Just as he got to the hall, he heard the sound of laughter coming from inside.

Velma and Lyra were talking about something funny, and the atmosphere was very cordial. Even Jayden, who was usually mischievous, was sitting quietly playing with his cellphone.

At that moment, Velma noticed the door and quickly got up. "Julien, you're back."

Lyra also stood up, looking gentle and dignified.

Julien nodded and handed his jacket to the maid." What are you two talking about so happily?"

Lyra looked at Velma and pursed her lips into a smile. "Aunty was telling me about your childhood. I was very interested in it."

Velma pretended to be angry. "Why are you calling me Aunty? You're my future daughter-in-law. You should call me Mom."

Lyra blushed and looked at the man shyly. "It's still too soon." "We're a family, so there's no need to be shy, right,

Julien?" Velma deliberately teased the two of them. On the side, even Jayden interjected from time to time. "I can't call her Lyra in the future. I have to call her sister-in-law instead!" Lyra's face blushed even more.

Julien sighed. "Mom, stop teasing Lyra. She's shy."

Velma found it amuzing. "Look at you. She hasn't even married you, and you're so protective already. Fine, fine. I won't disturb you two lovebirds. Your mom, I, will go out to chat with some old friends." 1 Jayden also giggled pensively and gave his brother an ambiguous wink. "I also won't be the third wheel, Bro."

After they left, only two people were left.

Lyra walked up and held the man's hand. She was a little hesitant to speak. "Julien, my dad has been asking me about the accident. Did you say anything to him?"

Julien shook his head. "No."

"My dad seems to know it had something to do with Lyra, but I didn't tell him. That's strange." After a pause, she sighed. "I've forgiven Ms. Raines, and I don't wish to pursue it."

"You don't hate her?"

"No. She's quite a pitiful person too. She must have loved you a lot to have done such a crazy thing." Lyra was very kind and understanding, which made people feel very comfortable.

Julien stroked her hair with a deep gaze. "Lyra, you're always so kind. You were like this in college too. I remember you mentioned in your letter that you saved a small mouse as a child and put it on your bed to raise it. Your father almost blew his back in anger because of this."

At that, his mouth curled into a smile. "How interesting."

Lyra's smile froze for a moment, and she quickly composed herself. "Why mention all that embarrassing stories of the past? By the way, I heard Jay say that the Old Madam hasn't been in good health recently. I'd like to visit her."

Al the thought of his grandmother's coldness towards him, Julien hesitated for a moment. "I'll bring you there tomorrow."

"Okay."

When the man went upstairs, Lyra took out her phone and dialed a number. "How was it?"

"It's been arranged, Miss. What's the next step?"

"I want to see it go viral the day before the banquet." "Understood."