chapter 11：Attending the gala

Ronan's eyes were deep and distant. He never expected Lyra to look so... adorable when she was angry.

Lyra stood there with her head held high, confidently giving the BMW girl a couple of slaps. Her pretty little chin tilted occasionally, her voice slightly rising, appearing both beautiful, haughty, and arrogant.

Wearing a red dress that complemented her black hair and slender figure, she was eye-catching in every way, effortlessly overshadowing the BMW girl.

But she deliberately avoided looking at him, cold and indifferent, leaving him feeling rather irritated.

The BMW girl was subdued by Lyra's presence, covering her face, dumbfounded, staring at her for a good while before her mind sluggishly caught up.

She realized that the woman who just struck her had been standing quietly by the side earlier.

Lyra's eyes remained calm as she looked at the BMW girl, her voice devoid of any emotion, "The traffic accident was entirely your fault. Both the traffic police and the insurance comp