After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 782 She ran away and I became her

Brad stood beside her and was ready to make a detailed statement about her account.

The woman sat up with trembling arms, supported herself in pain, and confessed with trembling lips.

"My real name is Violet Newman, and Lyra Lloyd knows me because I am a patient of Micah. My family is poor. My life is miserable, and I wanted to jump off the top of the hospital to end my life."

"I ran into Lyra by chance. She saved me. She pitied my suffering and encouraged me to actively receive treatment. Fortunately, she helped me pay for my medical expenses. That's how I got to know her..." Malcolm listened quietly, with his brow furrowing. "So, it's you."

He knew it had happened two years ago, and Rara had told him about it.

Lyra took special care of Violet because her family experience reminded Lyra of her mother.

Her mother had been in the hospital because of her father's mistress and his mistress' daughter, Ethel Lloyd, and died.

So she found out what was going on with Violet, whose husband brought his mistress home, and then threatened Violet not to sign the critical treatment sheet after she was ill, so he can blackmail her into a divorce.

She stepped in to help Violet.

She helped replace evidence to put Violet's husband and mistress in jail.

She helped contact lawyers, left Violet's husband with nothing, and gave her the house and the car.

When Violet got better, she went to Lloyd's Corp to thank Lyra.

Later, Malcolm heard that Violet was going abroad to get out of her ex-husband's impact.

Malcolm hadn't heard a word about this woman from Lyra since.

"She went out of her way to help you, and you repaid her with enmity. You deserve to die."

Malcolm clenched his fists, the veins in his arms bulged, and the look in his eyes was fierce.

The woman did not dare to look at him and was afraid. "I... I didn't want to. She's so rich. I thought that it was just a small matter for her to help me. It was a handout from a rich person to a poor person like me..."

The more she said that, the more embarrassed she felt. "I'm sorry. I didn't forget her kindness. I'm very grateful to her, but I was forced to. I had no other choice."

"The reason I went abroad was because I was arrested. They asked me to replace a reason and let me keep in touch with Lyra from time to time. I was arrested and forced to do plastic surgery. I had to endure many operation on this face in half a year to satisfy that person."

"After that, I was locked up. That person showed me all kinds of interviews and news about Lyra. He asked me to imitate her demeanor, learn her speech, and memorize everything about her."

"If I don't do it, I will be beaten up and beaten to death, but if I learn well, that person will be very happy and will give me a lot of money to deposit into my mother's account in front of me."

"As long as I listen to his words, not only will I not be beaten, but I will be paid and fed. I have no choice but to live."

She sobbed and wept, but she didn't have the strength to lift her hand to wipe away her tears.

Just now, Brad brought someone in and gave her an injection of some unknown fluid. He even used the needle to stab several acupuncture points in her back. Her entire body was in so much pain that her bones almost cracked. It could be considered as a heart-wrenching pain.

After a long pause, she looked up carefully. Under the pressure of Malcolm's constricted breath, she continued,

"Eight days ago, that person knew about Lyra's schedule and arranged for me to go to the bridge ahead of time to wait for a taxi. I wore a mask, a hat, and a wig. I went there fully armed. Lyra heard my voice and recognized me. I even showed her the chat window between me and her, hoping that she could give me a ride along the way. She agreed."

"On the way, she asked me a lot of questions and we talked for a long time..."

Malcolm's dark eyes squinted impatiently as he touched his watch. "Get to the point."

The woman froze for half a second and nodded her head, "By the time her car pulled into the Irribo Tunnel, I had taken off my hat and mask as planned and showed her the exact same face. I can see the shock in her eyes as she stared into the rearview mirror."

"But she didn't have the time to ask me anything. There was a speeding truck heading straight towards her. Lyra's driving skill is very good. Three or four big trucks were chasing and blocking the road. She dodged them all. She even tried to use her Bluetooth headset to call for help. She found that the signal was jammed and her phone could not dial."

"I told her that she couldn't run away and that someone outside was waiting for her to be captured. I told her to pull over and stop the car. She refused, and when another big truck was about to hit, she drove it into the ravine on the side..."

As he listened to her recount the day's horror, Malcolm squeezed his palms together. His heart was aching and his breath washeavy.

"Go on."

"That person's plan had been prepared for a long time, and it had to be done. Everything was expected, but... Lyra, she ran away."

"Run away?" Malcolm gasped.

The woman nodded. "The day the luxury car fell into the ravine, I was stunned by the impact. When I woke up, she was gone. Boss had been looking for her for a long time."

"The reason we dragged on for seven or eight days was because we were also looking for Lyra. At first, Boss wanted to use two Lyra to confuse you and force you to make a choice. He wanted to play some deadly little games, but he couldn't replace her. You were chasing him, so he had no choice but to let me take over."

The more she spoke, the more excited she became. She took a few steps forward, "That's all I know. I've never even seen the man's face behind the curtain. I only know that he likes to wear a black baseball cap and a windbreaker. He's very tall. I don't know his name, and I don't know if he has any other background."

"I told you everything. I was forced to do it. Don't torture me. Throw me in jail and let me die!"

Even if Malcolm let her go, her boss won't let her go, either way, so she might as well go to jail and get at least three meals a day.

Malcolm's face was blank. He turned to look at Brad, who understood, opened the research file on his tablet, and placed it on the floor in front of her.

"There's something you haven't told us, like how you got caught."

"I..." The woman looked at the evidence on the tablet, and her face was pale.

"You used drugs, you were addicted, and you went to that kind of black zone to do business. That's why you were arrested. I had someone check your mother's account. Thirty million was transferred on the same day two years ago. I'm afraid that's the cost of your transaction with Frank. To a family like yours, that's a lot of money. It's enough for you to betray your benefactor." "I... No, I..."

Her face was pale and she couldn't explain.

It had only been a few minutes, and her identity was discovered.

There was no room for quibbling. The efficiency of investigation was terrible.

She wept weakly, trying to soften Malcolm's heart with her face.

Unfortunately, Malcolm won't even look at her.

Knowing that Lyra had escaped that day, he calmed down and calmly continued,

"Isn't there something else he wants you to do besides confuse me and stop looking for him, something about Spencer and Momo?"