The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 132 Have to defend both men and women?

This was repeated for several times.

When he looked up and looked at the time again, he found that it was 4:00 am.

It was so late and she'd not back yet. The celebration party was taking so long?

Melvin sat on the couch, and suddenly, inexplicably, the scene of Lyra's dinner party, where everyone

was coaxing Lyra and Garrett's toasting, came to his mind.

He rose to his feet. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

No way! Absolutely not!

He turned his head towards the door and went out. Before he reached the garden, he was stopped by

Fifteen and Seventeen.

"Mr. Freeman, it's late and you can't go out late at night."

"I'll go get Lyra."

Fifteen and Seventeen were motionless, "Miss will return after dealing with things, and there is Eleven

protection. You just wait patiently."

Melvin wrinkled his brows and his face was cold.

If tonight was Eleven, he maybe nice to him. However, Fifteen and Seventeen always didn't like him

and they didn't bother to say more words to him.

No way. Melvin had to fall back and continued to wait.

The waiting time was often the longest and hardest.

During this time, he thought about many things.

He vaguely recalled that in the previous three years, Lyra had also called many times hoping that he

would come home for dinner. He would sometimes give her a few perfunctory words. Sometimes he

was too lazy to talk to her, and would simply hang up the phone. And he would back home two or three

days in a row.

So it was so hard to wait all night ...

He looked up and looked at the clock hanging on the opposite wall. His eyes followed the minute hand,

and before he knew it, he was asleep on the couch.

He didn't know how long it took, but he was awakened by the sound of the door opening.

When he saw that it was Lyra, he got up to greet her, "You're back. The food is already cold. I'll heat it

up now."

Lyra refused expressionlessly, "No, I've already eaten breakfast."

"Breakfast?"

Melvin craned his head to look at the clock on the wall. It was already seven in the morning.

She ... surprisingly didn't come back all night last night.

And he, sitting on the couch, waited all night.

Melvin's heart was oddly enough, "Why didn't you come back last night? Were you drunk? Where did

you go to sleep? Were you with Garrett all night? He didn't make a pass at you, did he?"

Lyra was speechless.

Did it have something to do with Garrett?

And with so many questions, which one should she answer first?

While changing her slippers, she said, "Melissa got drunk last night and I took her back to her place.

She was dizzy and threw up during the night, so I took care of her all night by the way."

Melvin was stunned in place.

Melissa?

The trainee who debuted?

Damn, he had to guard against both women and men?

Lyra rubbed her sore shoulder and was preparing to go upstairs.

Melvin took her by the wrist, "Lyra, that table, I spent almost three hours last night. I really mean it. Do

you want ..."

Before the words "favour me with tasting" could be uttered, he was interrupted by Lyra's cold stare.

"So what? I've already eaten, so if you haven't had breakfast, you can eat."

His heart ached fiercely, and he was almost breathless with the words. He froze for a long time and

could not say a word.

Lyra saw that he had nothing more to do, forced his hand to release and went upstairs to her room.

Melvin watched her back and turned his head to see the dishes he had carefully prepared last night.

They were still laid out in a disciplined manner, untouched by a bite.

The presentation still looked exquisite, but the dished were already cold, like a cold heart.

An unspeakable sense of loss and guilt suddenly welled up in his heart.

Lyra changed her clothes upstairs and came down, and just as she walked down the stairwell she saw

him standing in the eye of the lost soul.

She coughed gently, pulling his thoughts back, "Hurry up and eat your breakfast. Then change into

clean clothes and go out with me."

"Where to?"

Lyra smiled lightly, "Weson Mansion."

...

"Bang" a loud sound.

The owners of Weson Mansion were all still asleep when they were awakened by the sudden loud

bang.

Wesley rushed downstairs with his wife Christine Patterson to check it out.

His daughter, Nichole Freeman, was also freaked out and ran downstairs while asking, "Mommy and

Daddy! Is it an earthquake? Is it an earthquake!"

All three were baffled and walked to the first floor only to find a crowd of people in the hall.

Lyra was sitting on the main sofa pouring tea, as if she was the hostess.

Four handsome, tall, trained bodyguards stood behind the couch, and Melvin stood to the side.

A group of people was with serious expressions and an appalling aura, as if they had come to collect a

debt.

The Wesley family looked at each other, all looking confused.

When they got closer, Lyra took the lead and said with a smile, "It seems that the Wesley family is not

having a good time lately, even the maids have been fired. In such a big Weson Mansion, there is not

even a person to serve me tea. I have to bother my bodyguard."

Wesley knew she was being deliberately critical, but couldn't argue with her.

He the Weson Mansion was counting on the monthly dividends from the Freeman group shares to get

by. The Freeman group was defeated by Ashley and Fiona some time ago, and it was not known how

long it will take to regain its former status, so they had less dividends.

therefore, they had to live frugally.

Wesley's face was dark and the tone was very bad, "It's so rude of you to break into my home. Don't

you know how to knock? And what was that loud bang just now? What did you do?"

"Oops! My door! You've gone too far!"

His wife, Christine, reacted quickly and rushed out to check it out, feeling terrible.

Lyra tilted her head and smiled slightly, expressing helplessness, "It is the door of the second master's

house that is in disrepair. My bodyguard Fifteen knocked on the door with just a slight force. It scrapped

itself. No way. I am helping the second master to clean up the garbage."

Wesley was going to be pissed off.

The iron door was so firm and thick. If they knocked with the hand, how the whole door can be knocked

off? Clearly it was kicked open!

But from the last night's talent show that he had watched with Nichole, he knew that this woman was

now not only the boss behind Angle Group, but also the Freeman group's current president and largest

shareholder. Keith and Cody were apparently the big bosses standing behind her.

It was difficult for him to use tough measure because he simply had no chance of winning.

So, he turned his sights on Melvin.

With a sad face, he said, "Melvin, look at her. Although she is already your ex-wife, she used to listen

to you the most. Now you just let her bully us the Freemans?"

The words that "listen to you the most"made Melvin's heart tremble.

It turned out that everyone knew that she used to love him very much. Only he himself did not know,

and even ignored all her efforts.

He suppressed the emotions that welled up in his heart back. His eyes were staring coolly at Wesley

and his tone was cold and stern.

"Wesley, how do you explain the fact that you secretly get my mother a bad idea and gave her two

packs of nasty stuff that led to a near disaster?"