After Divorce I Am A Billionaire by Vivian

When Sheila finished, the whole room was shocked.
People's gaze towards Lyra changed instantly.
Cody knew Lyra's real identity. His was instantly infuriated, "Who the hell are you to slander my friend!"
Sheila was jealous and angry when she saw that Cody was still defending Lyra even after what she had said.
Sheila did not dare to offend the young devil of the Carver family, she could only suppress her fury, "Mr. Carver, you've been
deceived by this woman. She is best at acting like an innocent angel and seducing men. She used to wheedle my grandfather
like that!
"Bullshit! Lyra is..."
The person behind him suddenly pinched his arm so hard that Cody's words came to a screeching halt and he turned his head to
look at Lyra.
Lyra slightly furrowed her brow and shook her head, her gaze indicative of something.
Melvin, who had been keeping silent in the crowd, saw the small movements between the two clearly and subconsciously
frowned.
Cody, who understood Lyra's hint here, completely stopped talking.
Lyra looked straight at Sheila and snorted, "It seems that the lesson for you last time isn't enough? You still have the strength to
come out and speak evil of others."
Sheila's entire body shivered with fear being stared by Lyra like this; she felt like her knees which had just recovered were aching
again.
Considering that they were in the public and quite far apart from each other, Sheila thought that Lyra wouldn't dare do anything,
so it emboldened her to denounce Lyra loudly.
"How dare you mention last time? You broke into my house and smashed everything because you had your paramour to back
you up, and..."
"Sheila Freeman."

Not far away, Melvin called out to her in a calm tone.
Sheila subconsciously shuddered. When her brother called her by her full name, it usually meant that he was really enraged.
She was reluctant, but had to stop talking more about the last time and return to the topic of tonight.
"Hmph, no matter what, this dress on you is fake. Instead of waiting for the truth to be revealed, you might as well admit it directly
now!"
Lyra did not speak.
Charlotte on the stage, however, took the microphone and said, "Lyra, if you really like the First Snow by Miss Z, I can send it to
you after the party. Today is my special day, I do not want to spoil everyone's mood because of this. I'll let the maid take you
down to get a new one first, alright?"
With her words, not only did she make herself look generous and kind, she also reaffirmed the fact that Lyra's dress was a
knock-off.
Jamie saw this and immediately passed a wink to Katelyn.
Katelyn hurriedly beckoned the maid, "Take this lady to the guest room and give her a new dress."
Two maids immediately came out and were about to pull Lyra, who was still standing on the red carpet.
At this time, all the guests present had believe in consensus that she was wearing the knock-off dress, thus looking at her with
contempt and disgust.
After all, one was a member of the Matthews family, while the other was just someone who grew up in an orphanage. The
difference in status was too great, and the truth was obvious.
"Wait."
Just as the maid approached, Lyra finally spoke.
She smiled and looked tenderly at Charlotte on the stage, "The dresses designed by Miss Z are not only beautiful in shape, the
sewing and stitching techniques of each dress are also very unique. Even though the knock-off dress looks like the original one,
it cannot replicate the very way of stitching."

Charlotte was confused, "What are you trying to say?"
Lyra smiled lightly, looking like a proud dialectician.
"If Miss Matthews insists that her dress is the authentic one, then do you dare battle with me in dancing to the song 'Lover'?"
'Lover' is the most difficult dance in tango, showing the different sides of a woman: gentle, wild, coquettish, pampered, etc. This
dance was difficult in the footwork and rhythmic changes. Even if the dancer got slightly distracted, she could no longer keep up
with the music.
The whole room was shocked!
This woman hadn't gotten crazy enough, huh?
Who gave her the confidence to propose a battle!
Didn't she think she had made enough of a fool of herself?
After the dancer finished such a difficult and intense song, if she was wearing the knock-off dress, with that inferior stitching
technique, she would have the dress torn apart.
By then, it would be an unprecedented scandal in front of so many people!
But since someone was willing to make a fool of themselves, they were more than happy to watch the show.
Charlotte on the stage was looking at Lyra, and she too was puzzled. What made Lyra so confident that she was wearing the
authentic dress?
And since when did Lyra learn tango?
Even Charlotte had just picked up this type of dance recently, which was sort of a thing for the upper class. 'Lover' was so difficult
that she could barely remember all the moves.
What if this bitch really knew how to do it and even danced better than her?
Charlotte was nervous.
Lyra smiled seeing the silent Charlotte, "Miss Matthews, you don't dare? Are you afraid?"

This was a downright provocation. If Charlotte did not accept the challenge, she would certainly be looked down upon, and even
be considered that she was guilty.
Sheila immediately stood up for Charlotte, "Charlotte, don't be afraid to compete with her! She proposed the battle, so you let her
dance first, to fulfill her desire to embarrass herself in public!"
Yes! She almost forgot!
Charlotte's eyes lit up. Lyra was wearing the fake dress, so even if she danced well, the dress would still be torn. Her
embarrassment was inevitable.
Therefore, Charlotte took the microphone, "Since Lyra insists, then I'll play along. Take this as a spice-up for the party."
She said, her fingertips gently pinching the hem of her skirt and smiling as she bowed toward the crowd.
The guests obviously were satisfied with her attitude and had faith in her.
Finally, on deciding who to dance first, Charlotte chose to go first.
"Lyra was bound to make a fool of herself when she danced, and by then, who would be interested in appreciating her own
dance?" Charlotte thought to herself.
So she had better go first to earn a round of applause.
Because 'Lover' is a dance for two, Charlotte instantly looked in the direction of Melvin.
But where he had been standing was now empty. Where did he go?
In front of so many people, it was not appropriate for Charlotte to go out to look for him.
So among the many men who had invited her to dance together, she chose the one who looked relatively the most handsome.
The music begun and the two started dancing to the rhythm.
Charlotte's dance was not necessarily eye-catching, but she managed to remember all the movements of the first half of the
song and delivered a more or less complete performance. Besides, she was the key figure of the party tonight, so the crowd still
clapped and cheered enthusiastically for her.

Charlotte was overjoyed, thinking she had wowed everyone with her performance, and tried even harder.
However, when she was doing an upward arm swing to the music, she heard a sudden ripping sound from the inside of her arm.
The sound was small, completely covered by the music. But she herself could hear it clearly.
Did her dress get torn?
Charlotte panicked all of a sudden.
How was this possible? Her dress was definitely authentic. Could it be that she had indeed moved too violently?
She thought in restlessness and reduced her force in making every move since.
And because of the distraction, she missed the beat and stepped out the wrong foot, which was stepping right on her partner's!
The place suddenly fell into a silence.
Charlotte awkwardly retracted her foot and terminated the dance in advance.
"Sorry guys. I just came back from abroad and had started to learn this song two days ago. I didn't do a good job."
Sheila chimed in, "Only two days of learning and you can already dance like this. Charlotte, you don't need to be modest. You've
done a good job!"
Many guests followed to praise her in order to give face to the Matton Corp.
Jamie and Katelyn laughed and thanked their compliments one by one.
Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief and became even more convinced that her dress was torn a little only because of her big
movements. There was no way it was fake!
After all, she managed to finish the dance even though it was not very good, at least the dress was still intact.
The crowd looked at Lyra with an even odder look.
Sheila spoke again, a look of schadenfreude on her face.
"Charlotte has finished dancing. Now it's your turn!"