The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 140 Go and sweep up the fallen leaves

Missing?

Lyra frowned, "How can she be missing when she's staying in jail?"

Fifteen shook his head, "She disappeared during the half-hour activity time after dinner yesterday. Just

like evaporating without leaving any trace."

"No trace?"

Lyra laughed, "An adult can still disappear like that? How can we not find out? We must investigate

thoroughly! Who has been visiting her recently and for how long? Check them all carefully! Don't miss a

single detail!"

"Yes."

"Wait."

Fifteen was about to leave the office when Lyra called out to him with a stony face, "Check all of Fred's

recent prison visits again."

"You are suspicious of ..."

Fifteen didn't finish, and Lyra's gaze grew colder and colder.

Hopefully, she was overthinking it.

Heavy rain poured down in that afternoon.

When the night was falling, the rain did not stop, but went heavier and heavier.

The heavy rain invaded the window glass, splitting the original intact glass into what seemed like one

crack after another.

The weather was horribly gloomy, as if it was telling something.

Lyra was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window enjoying the rain. Her expression was

indifferent, not knowing what to think about.

Fifteen spent the entire morning plus the afternoon, only to return to report back to Lyra near the end of

the day.

"Miss, I have thoroughly checked all the records and found that only one person has visited Charlotte

and Fred respectively in the last half month or so."

Lyra's face was sullen, "Who?"

"It's ...Chad," Fifteen handed her the information respectfully and continued, "And not too long ago,

Fred also disappeared from the prison for an hour and ended up saying that he got into the freezer by

mistake. And he was locked inside when the staff left, but ..."

"But what?"

"He was found covered in blood and bruises. I heard it looked like he had been beaten with a

horsewhip or whip or something ... and Fred and Chad both seemed to be under Mr. Freeman."

Lyra tightened her brow as she listened, "Why is this matter only being reported now?"

"Because at that time they thought he really was accidentally locked inside the freezer. Or maybe he

has a grudge with the head of one faction and was beaten. After all, he was not missing, so they all

thought nothing serious."This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

There was no such a tool as the whip that can strangle people in the prison. It was obviously he was

transported out, and sent back!

The purpose of this was self-evident.

Lyra suddenly remembered Melvin's abnormality when she returned to Seaside Villa yesterday

afternoon ...

It seemed like he was purposely dragging her out. Was he afraid she would find out about Charlotte's

disappearance?

She checked the investigation report and found that it just happened that Charlotte disappeared at that

time.

Can it really be such a coincidence?

By the time she got back to Seaside Villa, Melvin was all happy again ...

Was he celebrating Charlotte's successful escape from prison?

Oh.

She thought he was genuinely repentant these days, but alas, was it all about reducing her attention so

he could save Charlotte?

What he said was all bullshit? To save Charlotte, right?

Unbelievable!

The more Lyra thought about it, the angrier she got. She tipped the stack of file folders on the corner of

the table onto the floor.

There was a crash and the office was full of papers.

"Miss ..."

It was the first time Fifteen had seen her lash out, and he took two steps back in fear.

Lyra's cold eyes narrowed slightly, "Go back to the villa!"

In order to prevent her from driving in anger, Fifteen volunteered to take on the driver's role.

The heavy rain clattered on the car window glass. The sound was loud and noisy.

Instead of being doused by the rain, the anger in Lyra's heart was burning badly.

When she arrived at the villa, Fifteen was about to give her an umbrella and open the door for her,

when she got out of the car by herself and walked straight through the rain all the way into the garden.

Fifteen was terrified and rushed after her, "Miss! Take an umbrella! You don't want to catch a cold!"

In the villa, Melvin was cooking in the kitchen and was caught off guard when he heard Fifteen yelling.

Looking at the time, he found that Lyra had arrived home twenty minutes earlier than usual today. He

was so happy that he washed his hands and came out to greet her.

Just as he walked out, he saw her open the door and come in, with raindrops stuck to her body and

hair. And her slender shoulders were already completely wet from the rain.

Melvin hurriedly went to the toilet and got a clean towel to wipe her body.

"Did you not bring an umbrella? Why did you come back drenched? The weather has turned cold

recently. Don't catch a cold. I'll make you a bowl of ginger tea later, OK?"

Lyra didn't say a word, watching him with pursed lips.

He spoke words of concern for her and kept a stiff upper lip. The doting and love in his eyes was

almost unconcealed.

He was using the guise of love to reduce her alertness and find an opportunity to rescue Charlotte.

What a trick! Great acting!

Melvin noticed that the abnormal atmosphere and wondered a little, "Lyra, what's wrong with you?"

Lyra pursed her lips and smiled, but was extremely indifferent in her heart.

"There are too many leaves outside the garden. Go and sweep them up."

Melvin subconsciously looked out the window, "But it's raining hard outside ..."

"When you sweep it up, you can come back in."

Lyra ignored his words and finished with cold eyes as she went upstairs.

Melvin sensed that she was in a bad mood tonight. Was something bothering her and she wanted to

use him to take it out?

He smiled helplessly and went to the backyard to get a broom and started sweeping up the leaves.

He just rushed into the rain less than five minutes, and he was instantly soaked.

It was almost winter. The leaves fell wildly, especially in the rain. The leaves fell desperately in no

particular order. How can he make it clean?

Lyra was standing on the third floor by the windowsill watching. Her heart was numb.

If Melvin really loved Charlotte, he could have made Charlotte out of jail in the first place.

They can become enemies directly.

She can accept that he did not love, or even hate her, but he should not, while playing the game of

loving her to pay her debts, and then cheat on her.

Shameless!

Lyra's palms were clenched tightly, and there was always anger in her heart.

Eleven was called into her room and stood by the windowsill with her, watching Melvin sweeping leaves

in the garden together.

Without waiting for Lyra to speak, Eleven was a bit worried, "Miss, Mr. Freeman just hurt his back

yesterday. The rain is too cold. He can't carry it for long now, right?"

Lyra stared intently at Melvin in the garden and sneered, "He looks like an injured person?"

"What do you mean, Miss?"

Lyra didn't answer and continued to ask, "You saw his wounds when he was injured yesterday?"

Eleven thought about it, not lying, "No, it was Mr. Freeman called me. I went in when he was already

halfway dressed, but the wound was permeated with blood. It should ... not be fake, right?"

Was it impossible?

"Let him get wet for another hour. If he still can't sweep it up, let him in."

"Yes."

...

It was raining so hard that it was a bit blurred to the eyes.

Although Melvin kept his head down, he could feel the gaze on him, and for a long time.

It should be Lyra.

But today she gave him such a strange feeling, colder than ever.

Could it be that Lyra knew about him getting Garrett out of the way?

Thinking about it, he unknowingly swept the leaves outside for an hour on a regular basis.

It wasn't until Eleven came out and told him to go to Lyra's room that he stopped thinking and put the

broom back in the backyard.

Before entering the house, he stopped dead in his tracks.

He was so wet, with water dripping all over his body. He didn't want to dirty the floor he had just

mopped, much less Lyra's room.

So he chose to stand in the doorway, wringing out the water on his clothes and pant legs before going

in. And he casually dried his hair with the towel he had just used to dry Lyra's clothes at the door.

He looked like he had just taken a shower, with short clean hair and a white shirt that clung to his body,

revealing his lean abs. Because of the rain, his lips were a bit fair, looking a bit sickly and fragile.

Eleven stood quietly watching.

Seeing him making himself clean in every detail, Eleven couldn't help but sigh quietly.

He was afraid Melvin didn't know what awaited him in a moment.