The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 157

Memories of shame were evoked.

She glared at Lyra, and her features were grim with hatred.

"How do I know where the person are? Even if I know, I won't tell you! I'm still waiting for the person to get you killed!"

"No?"

Lyra's voice was softer, but her eyes were cold.

"Then how do we start?"

She thought for a moment. The dagger left Ashley's chin and slowly moved to her right shoulder, "The day my car exploded and the pieces of it accidentally cut my shoulder. That's where to start."

Ashley's face was colorless with fear and her eyes were terrified as she shook her head desperately, "No! This has nothing to do with me! It's obviously your own carelessness ... ah!"

A miserable scream pierced the sky.

Lyra's hands were up and down, cold-blooded and ruthless.

Ashley was shivering with pain, breaking into cold sweat. The blood from her shoulder was gurgling and oozing, and was staining her white dress.

She glared reluctantly at Lyra, "Wait for me! You bitch! I won't let you go!"

"Still have the strength to curse me. It seems to be not too painful."

Lyra said and moved the dagger to her arm again, "One last chance, where is the man behind you and Charlotte?"

Ashley bit her lower lip, and Lyra made a move to strike.

She shouted in a hurry, "I don't know. I really don't! He didn't tell me who he is. He only told me every time there was an action, and Charlotte was with him. I really don't know!"

Lyra stared at her for a moment, put away her dagger, and sat back down on the chair.

Ashley thought she'd let herself go.

Before she could feel relived, she saw Lyra handing the dagger to Chad. Lyra's tone was flat but ruthless, "I had a cut on my arm that day. I have no idea how many cuts on Eleven and Twelve's bodies. Watch out."

Chad was suddenly named, froze and happily took the dagger, "Okay, I'll do it. Don't worry."

"Don't ... ah!"

A miserable and bitter scream rang out.

Elizabeth was so distraught that she cried.

Lyra just watched quietly in a rather good mood.

She reached for Melvin's peeled oranges, but her wrist was suddenly held. She turned her head to see Melvin taking a handkerchief and squatting to gently wipe her fingertips.

Noticing her gaze, he explained.

"It's stained with blood and dirty."

Lyra didn't say anything and was content to enjoy his active service.

By the time she finished the last orange, Chad was done with his work.

Ashley was covered in bruises and blood. Her hair was soaked with sweat. She looked wretched and miserable, and had passed out on the spot in pain.

Chad was very tricky, specializing in the places on her body where there were no important organs. Ashley looked like a bloody rag doll. In fact, what she got were only minor injuries.

Lyra couldn't help but give him an extra look.

She thought he would have mercy, but didn't expect he was a ruthless man.

Thinking of this, Lyra glanced at Melvin with a special meaning, but said nothing.

She got up, straightened the hem of her skirt and let go of Elizabeth.

Elizabeth got free and rushed to Ashley's side and cried.

Lyra warned her, "This time it's just to pay off the debt from the day of the charity party. My 8.8 million has been in the Harrington Group's pocket for a bit too long. Should you bring it in yourselves or should I do it myself?"

Elizabeth didn't say anything and stared at her with an indignant look.

Lyra didn't really want her to give the answer, ordered people to prepare to hit the road back to the villa. When she walked to the door, she remembered the fact that her car was exploded.

So they had several of the Harrington family's luxury cars smashed up, taking the orange tree in the backyard with them.

It was good. And she loved it.

The servants of the Harrington family were so frightened by the banditry that they all forgot to help Ashley, who had fainted in front of the villa.

"Just wait! I'll sue until you die! Make you go to jail for the rest of your life!"

Outside the Harrington family's front door, Elizabeth's roar of hatred still lingered behind her.

Lyra left as if she hadn't heard it, without looking back.

It was almost winter. She felt the weak sunlight on the street, which was not warm, but she still felt refreshed.

The mission was accomplished and Darkbell's men were set to go back to their respective locations.

She was free this afternoon so she asked Chad and Ted to take Melvin back to the villa while she went to the Angle Group.

After taking care of business at a leisurely pace, she left work half an hour early and went to visit Keith.

Keith already knew that she went to the Harrington family in the afternoon to make trouble. He thought it funny and helpless. He brought a cup of freshly brewed tea and handed it to her.

"Rara, Elizabeth has managed the Harrington family for so many years. Her connections in Frayton are still very wide. She will definitely not rest in peace afterwards. You have to plan ahead."

Lyra took the tea and looked careless, "I was afraid she won't come after me."

Keith heard this and thought she should already have a plan. Then he rubbed her head with relief.

But his hand was held down gently Lyra who was with a serious face.

He was stunned, "What's wrong? Shouldn't you be in a good mood after going to the Harrington family?"

"Keith ..."

Lyra hesitated. Her beautiful eyes lifted slightly and looked at him, "Did Melvin go to Crane Bay Bridge the night? Was he the one who jumped into the river to save me?"

Keith's expression instantly became grave and serious.

His eyebrows were furrowed and his voice was deep, "He really doesn't have good intentions. Even if he doesn't come, I can still save you. He actually took this matter to you to claim credit."

Lyra sighed, put down her cup of tea, got up and headed for the door, leaving the sentence, "He didn't say anything. I just guess."

Keith looked at the tea on the table. His expression was complicated. No one knew what he was thinking.

Leaving Keith's place, Lyra went back to Seaside Villa.

As soon as she opened the door, the aroma of the meal hit her.

Lyra's face was expressionless as she shed her coat and hung it on the coat rack herself.

Melvin in the kitchen heard the commotion and rushed out to greet her.

Before she even approached, he saw a document clutched in her hand.

The last time he was asked to sign the agreement was still fresh in his mind, and he intuited that it must not be anything good. The original joy in his heart was replaced by complications, and he turned around and wanted to go upstairs to his room.

"Stand still."

Lyra called out to him in a cold voice.

He stopped dead in his tracks.

Her tone was so icy. It was really not a good thing!

Melvin didn't turn around, but reached out to hold the railing weakly and coughed gently, "Dizzy, I'll take a nap."

"Does it make sense for you to pretend to be sick and hide?"

Lyra was still standing in the doorway, gazing far at his broad back. Her tone was more serious, "Come here. Sign it and I won't say it one more time."

Melvin bit his thin lips and turned back abruptly. His dark eyes were not showing any weakness.

"No, and I won't say it one more time!"

Lyra's hand clutching the document tightened, approached him and said with a straight face, "I don't like to owe you favors. This time you saved me. I'll accept your favor. Your signature is the best result."

She finished and handed him the document.

Melvin didn't take it and looked down at the document. "Termination of Employment Agreement" were like an iron, piercing his heart like a twinge and making him almost unable to breathe.

Lyra was indifferent and continued, "This is also the last order you will obey your master as my servant."