The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

A discordant voice in the distance suddenly interrupted them.

And it dissipated the sexual tension between the two.

Keith, with a long face, forcibly pulled the two apart before throwing a punch at Melvin's face.

It was too quick for Melvin to dodge. He grunted in pain, and was forced two steps back by this punch.

He tasted the rustiness and raised his hand to wipe off the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Lyra had been guarded behind Keith. Seeing Melvin being hit, she felt a bit worried at first, but soon satisfaction was written all over her face. She almost clapped her hands and cheered.

That jerk dared bully her. A punch was too merciful to him!

She wanted to see him get beaten up!

"I heard that Mr. Freeman has a new girlfriend already, but you're still pestering your ex-wife. That's inappropriate, right?" Keith gave a half smile, resuming his usual gentlemanly manner, as if he was not the one who just threw a punch.

Melvin stared back at him, even though his face was bruised, he was no inferior to Keith.

"After all, an ex-wife was once a wife, but Mr. Lloyd, who are you to defend my ex-wife?"

He deliberately stressed on the word "my", like a proud lion announcing his ownership, in face of the enemy who coveted his prey.

Just because I'm her brother!

The smile on Keith's face faded away.

But he didn't say it out, as Lyra's grip on his arm tightened.

He grunted, "Mr. Freeman, you're funny. Lyra is an independent individual. She is entitled to choose anyone she likes. What rights do you have to selfishly classify her as your belongings?"

The two stared at each other, neck and neck, no conceding.

They seemed to be fighting with glares, eager to send the other side to hell, but it was too close to call.

One could almost smell the fire and smoke of the battlefield here.

Lyra, however, felt suffocated by it. She was exhausted after a long day of work and just wanted to get this damn fight over with.

She coughed, "It's late. Tomorrow is still a working day. Mr. Lloyd, Mr. Freeman, please, just leave."

that she was leaving and hurried to pull

forward and stopped him,

the top in front of him, so he just smiled and looked at Lyra, "You haven't

even think

no dinner, no

hell, but Keith

princess had such

victory. Keith provocatively stared at Melvin, but opened his mouth to ask Lyra, "Rara, it's getting dark. Shall I

her head and saw the two men glowering at each other

speechless. No, not again ...

God would take these two men away and return her a

just

got into the Santana and

men there were

either, Melvin smirked, "It seems Mr. Lloyd still doesn't know

him, "I grew up with her, together.

the words, Melvin's

was delighted, "A kind reminder to you. Keep your eyes on the person in front of him you, and stop coveting the person you've

with Jalen at a

parking from the monitor screen back then, so he immediately instructed his men to seal the entrance

the garage, Melvin stood straight. Due to the dim light, his expression also became

looked at his boss from afar and

Bradley. Didn't he realize how much he cared about

be

a good girl, who had been driven abroad by the old Freeman and gone through numerous hardships for the

cherish her. But now he turned a cold

text message to

that Miss Matthews would find a way to get the president's heart

"Fred, go!"

suddenly came to mind, shouted and then quickly got into the car, waiting for Fred to come over and

collected his thoughts and trotted over to the driver's seat and

...

Lyra was lost.

showing a weak signal, and she was driving at the most complicated multi-directional forks in Frayton, so she was led into

already made two turns

car behind that looked familiar. She suddenly realized that the car had been following

rearview mirror, she saw the familiar license plate of the car, FA66699.