The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 37

Fred saw Melvin's livid face and thus called him.

Melvin snapped back from his own thoughts and instructed, "About the ownership transfer of the villa, the lawyer must give us a draft of the agreement today, and then contact Lyra to come over to sign it."

"Yes, I'll get to it immediately."

At the Angle Group Tower.

Since Stacy was jailed, Lyra had lacked someone to help her, and now she had to focus on the reality talent competition project, so she decided to pick a replacement from those agents and assistants.

At the moment, in her small office, seven female employees of varying heights were standing in two rows.

Most of the female employees in the first row looked pretty, but not standing upright, looking a bit ostentatious.

Lyra only took a glance at the first row and she didn't like them being so fake.

She scanned across every face and her eyes were drawn to the girl standing furthest away in the second row.

"You, step forward."

The girl did not expect to be called. Surprised and delighted, she cautiously took two steps forward, "Hello Director, my name is Kellie Winters."

Lyra looked at her profile.

A newcomer, born in a remote area, nothing dodgy in her history and family background.

That's exactly the kind of person Lyra wanted.

"Then it's you. Start as my assistant."

Kellie was flattered.

The other employees were upset, "Director, she's only been here for a month, and she's still on probation. Is this compliance with the rules?"

Lyra threw them another glance.

"I, am the rule."

The crowd choked on her words. Without being selected, they could only leave discontentedly.

The newcomer Kellie was very excited and kept bowing to thank her, "Thank you, Director, for giving me this opportunity. I'll do my best in every task you give me, I promise..."

"Okay, I see, but actions speak louder than words." She gave Kellie an affirmative look and handed her a pile of documents, "Familiarize yourself with these matters as soon as possible."

"Okay, Director."

Kellie carried the documents out.

Once she was gone, Lyra turned her office chair to look out the floor-to-ceiling window, while rubbing her shoulders tiredly.

Angle Group was not exactly a well-known entertainment company in Frayton. Many collaboration opportunities were in fact drawn by Keith's name.

Lyra wanted to increase the profits by 5% this year. Therefore, she had got to make some big moves, something new and exciting.

Although it would be very risky, but this was the typical Lyra Lloyd—always rising to the challenge.

As she was thinking, Kellie knocked on the door again and came in.

"Director, just now there was a call from you. The person said it was Mr. Watts from Shihai. He wants you to go over to sign a house ownership transfer agreement."

Lyra wondered, "What house?"

"He said it was a seaside villa in Riverview."

The wedding house for Melvin and her back then?

The had been divorced for quite a while. Why did Melvin suddenly want to give the house to her?

For compensation, or out of guilt?

Ridiculous.

"Okay, I'll be there after work."

Lyra didn't refuse. Although she didn't lack money, there was no reason for her not to accept the money that was offered to her.

Besides, the house might come in handy in the future.

…

In the café.

Charlotte, wearing sunglasses, walked to a table with two roses, as promised.

Looking at the delicate woman sitting opposite her, she removed her sunglasses and put on a fake smile, "Miss Frazier, you wanted to see me?"

Irene looked her up and down.

"You're the illegitimate daughter of the Matthews family, Charlotte Matthews? You're pretty, but your bearing is far from that of a real gentlewoman."

She pointed out the status difference between them right out of the gate. Was Irene trying to overpower her?

Charlotte frowned slightly, displeased, but she still managed to keep smiling, "If you ask me here just to humiliate me, it is really not necessary."

She was actually about to take her bag and leave when Irene held her hand, "Don't rush. Let's get down to business. You hate your fiancé's ex-wife, right?"

Hearing that it had something to do with Lyra, Charlotte paused immediately, "What are you trying to say?"

"Because I don't like that bitch either, I can help you get rid of her."

Charlotte hesitated.

The Frazier family's strength was indeed not to be underestimated. She was quite tempted at the idea, but she didn't the way Irene talked, which was so supercilious and overbearing.

If she couldn't get substantial help from Irene, she would only end up being Irene's puppet.

With that, Charlotte sighed, "Sorry, Miss Frazier. I'm just an insignificant illegitimate child of the Matthews family with no power, and she almost got me several times before. I'm afraid I won't be able to beat her. I can't help you."

She gave Irene another glance and got up to leave again.

"So what that you're an illegitimate child. If you join forces with me, I'll help you change that and make you the sole heir of Matton Corp."

A glint of triumph flashed across Charlotte's eyes.

"Deal."

...

When it was time to get off work, Lyra drove to the Seaside Villa in her Santana unhurriedly.

She looked blankly at the unchanged scenery outside the gate and was surprised to find that her heart was still vaguely aching.

The security guard knew she would come over and didn't stop her.

She walked straight through the garden and pushed open the door.

There was no lawyer in the living room, only Melvin wearing a BOL haute couture black suit, with his long legs crossed, sitting elegantly on the sofa sipping black coffee.

It came as no surprise to Lyra that she would see him at the villa.

Just...

She strutted inside in her high heels.

It was only when she got closer did she see Melvin's face clearly, which was still handsome but a bit haggard, especially with the obvious dark circles under his eyes.

She didn't hold back her laugh from amusement.

She had known Melvin for so many years, but it was the first time she had seen this ghostly look on him.

"It seemed that Mr. Freeman had had a busy night life these days."

Melvin's face turned sullener and he raised his head to gaze at her, "Miss Carroll has got a sharper tongue now."

"Of course." She folded her arms and her eyes suddenly went cold, "Whether I'll be nice or not depends on whom I'm talking to, but you, don't deserve it."

Melvin frowned, and he got up stepping directly over the coffee table, quickly approaching her.

Lyra was prepared for this. She preemptively struck an attack, but was sidestepped by Melvin.

Then, a big hand reached over to grab her shoulder. Lyra backed a step, raising her long leg wearing the 12-cm high heel and threw a fierce kick at where was between the man's legs.

Taken by surprise, Melvin took a step back and accurately grabbed her delicate ankle.

...

Fred, who was keeping watch in the garden, heard a commotion in the house and quietly took a peek, only to see the two fighting.

What was this about?

Just signing an agreement, right? If she did not like the house, she could refuse. Why fighting?

He was dumbfounded to see that Lyra was aiming at Melvin's weakest spot every time she struck ferociously.

Melvin was only defending and not attacking. The situation was dangerous.

Fred hissed. Was she trying to kill him?

What a ruthless woman!

Fred was really afraid to see the scene of his boss lying on the floor covered in blood the next second.

He resisted the urge to go in and stop the fight, just plugged his ears and hid away.