The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 135 He is just a sufferer

Lyra frowned gently. Why did that sound a bit like molesting her?

She snorted coldly and sarcastically, "I don't remember if you used to be good or not, but now I guess

it's ..."

Melvin's face went wan and he understood what she meant. Because of the special effects of the drug,

his strength was not as strong as before.

But as a man, how could he admit defeat in sexual function?

He almost didn't even think about it twice and replied directly, "Well, do you want to try it now? See if I

can do it?"

"You're looking for death!"

Lyra was very angry and glared at him angrily. She pinched his left side of the face viciously and

twisted it hard.

"Hiss, it hurts ..."

Melvin's whole face wrinkled together. He dared not hide, and can only cry out in pain.

Lyra let go in anger.

The left side of his face turned red. His tears were almost coming out because of the pain. Also, he

dared not rub his face in front of Lyra, and his grievance expression made him look like a sufferer.

Although she knew he was deliberately acting, Lyra felt much better and the anger also subsided when

seeing his miserable look.

"Get out of the car. It's your first day after your promise. I'm going back to Angle."

"Okay."

Melvin first patted off the thin ash on his knees and trouser legs, sat back down on the car seat and

slightly tidied his collar before opening the car door with a cold face and getting out.

Lyra saw that he can switch his expressions easily, so it was a pity that he was not a movie star! Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

She called and arranged for Fifteen and Eighteen in the back of the car to follow him, and then went

straight to the Angle Group.

Time always flied when people were serious about their work.

It was almost the end of the day, and Lyra was about to call Jackie to ask about the status of the

Shurvine project.

Before she could make the phone call, she received a call from Jackie.

Jackie's emotion was high.

"Boss, I don't know what method Mr. Freeman used. Today is only the first day, and the Shurvine has

already restored the original order. The atmosphere of the construction team is very harmonious. It's

amazing!"

Lyra frowned slightly, "And you've only known him for a day and you're calling him Mr. Freeman?"

"Huh? No, no, no! I will always be your person. I'm yours even if I am dead..."

Lyra held her forehead, "That's enough. I don't need a pretty ghost."

Jackie laughed delightfully.

Lyra restored to seriousness and instructed: "Continue to follow him. You have to personally go through

all his decisions. In front of the other employees, you can pretend to give him the right. In private,

you're the master. And you have to learn more about his way of dealing with problematic projects."

"Yes, boss."

Hanging up the phone, Lyra went on to make arrangements for Melissa's schedule.

Taking advantage of the current trend, Lyra had taken on some brand endorsements for her in addition

to the group's performance.

Because this was Melissa's first endorsement shooting, Lyra was afraid she would get stage fright. So

she had to keep an eye on her tonight.

But she planned to leave work half an hour early tonight and go back to test the results of someone's

chores.

Kellie was assigned to her with other artists. After thinking about it, Lyra thought it would be good to

bother Keith to keep an eye on it personally.

Keith was surprised to receive her call, "Rara, you actually asked me to guard a new artist for an

endorsement shooting. Am I that unimportant in your mind?"

"Keith, you're the opposite. Melissa is my current focus. Only you can highlight the company's

importance to her. To put it another way, I attach the most important to you."

Keith knew she was just being petulant to coax him, but it still warmed his heart when his own baby

sister said she valued him the most.

"Don't be flippant. I'll help you."

"Thanks Keith."

After arranging all the things at hand, Lyra drove back to Seaside Villa.

Just as she walked into the garden, she called Seventeen and Eighteen out, "When did Melvin come

back?"

"He arrived home about an hour ago, and he hasn't stopped working since he was home."

Lyra thought for a moment, "What about during the day?"

"It's normal during the day. We both follow him around all the time."

Would he really keep his trails and not get into troubles?

Lyra wasn't too convinced.

It was only the first day, and if he wanted to gain her trust, he'll restrain himself for a few days anyway.

She thought as she pushed the door open.

Melvin heard the movement and came out from the kitchen. After confirming it was Lyra, his dark eyes

were slightly shocked, "You're ... so early today?"

Lyra raised her eyebrows, "Can't I?"

"No."

Melvin came forward, took her slippers out of the shoe closet and handed them to her, "It's been a hard

day."

Lyra could hear the slight panting in his voice. The collar of his white shirt soaked with sweat, and it

was clear that he had indeed been busy in the hour before she arrived home.

"Is dinner ready?"

"Not yet. ... Can I have another twenty minutes?"

Seeing that he hadn't been idle today, Lyra didn't intend to make things difficult for him, so she gave a

soft "hmm" and went upstairs.

...

Evening, Frayton Men's Prison.

The inmates were given half an hour of free time after they had eaten dinner.

The most powerful inmate in the prison had a visit tonight. Fred planned to take advantage of his

absence to quietly go to the bathroom and take a shower during this time.

At this time of the day, there were not many people in the bath. He had just finished taking off his shirt

when he was covered with a white cloth from behind and dragged to a corner.

Although he was strong, he can not resist the sneak attack of the eight big men from behind. They

pressed him down hard.

He made a sound and perceived that the cloth was with sleeping-drug. But it was too late, he was

completely unconscious.

Waking up again, he found that the surroundings were completely changed.

It was a small, dilapidated and dimly lit house.

Apparently he had been transported from the prison to here.

He struggled with his wrists and found his hands were tied with ropes, hanging upside down from

behind on the beams of the house. And his toes were barely able to touch the ground.

This position was quite tiring because his hands were hanging backwards, and soon his whole body

would run out of strength.

"Squeak."

The door opened. After seeing someone who came in, his pupils dilated.

"Chad, Ted, you guys ..."

Chad ignored him and Ted walked up and punched him in the face, "Bastard! What the hell is that

Charlotte!? You helped her frame the boss in front of Miss Carroll. Fred, are you fucking stupid?"

Fred got a little emotional at the mention of Charlotte, "Don't you talk about her like that! Did she do

something wrong!? It's all Lyra's fault. You've been blinded by that bitch along with boss!"

Ted's face was dark with rage.

It was said that girls were easy to become stupid in love. How did Fred's IQ directly drop to negative?

"You are unbelievable! What did you learn after following boss for so many years? To say you're as

stupid as a pig is an insult to pigs!"

Ted was so angry that he stomped his feet, but Fred didn't let them say anything bad about Charlotte.

Chad sighed, "He's not even listening right now. You're wasting your time, Ted. Doesn't he think

Charlotte is innocent?! Show him the evidence!"

Fred was still strong-willed until Ted came up with evidence against Charlotte ...