The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 107 Call me master

Melvin gave a sarcastic laugh.

This was a so-called right to choose. In fact, there was no choice.

Because of the long hours of standing, the wound on his waist opened up and blood gurgled out of it,

making him dizzy with pain.

The innermost white shirt was stained and stuck uncomfortably to the wound.

Luckily, with the black blazer covering it, Lyra didn't even notice.

He compressed his thin lips and tried to smooth out his breathing so that no one could see the

difference.

Okay, it was only one year. He can afford it!

He picked up the syringe, pulled his shirt sleeves up, aimed it at his arm, and injected it in hard as if he

was venting.

Lyra watched without saying a word and frowned when she saw him pushing very hard as if he was

abusing himself.

She heard that this would be very painful when injected, and she would like to see how long he can be

proud.

But in a few seconds, the drug directly went into his arm.

Snap --

It was the sound of a syringe falling to the floor.

Melvin pressed his lips, biting his lower lip which caused a row of blood marks. A strong sense of pain

rushed into the whole body. His forehead soon oozed with cold sweat.

There was no part of his body that did not hurt, plus there was already a back injury. The fatal pain

lasted for nearly two minutes before it slowly abated.

However, this was followed by a sense of powerlessness.

He was so powerless that he couldn't even stand, falling to the ground as soft as a leaf in the wind.

There was also a momentary buzzing in the ears when his eyes closed.

As soon as the buzzing sensation ended, the woman's clear and nice voice drilled into his ears.

"When this medicine is first injected, the reaction will be stronger, so you should be more careful."

Melvin lowered his head feebly, and his thin, bleached lips pursed.

When he closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was suffering from some great

pain.

It was hard to ease up a bit. He heard a sound of high heels, from far and near.

Lyra looked at him twice in a condescending manner, then knelt down and forced his chin up to let her

observe him carefully.

Unlike his dominant look in the past, at this moment his face was handsome but wan miserably. His

sickly look made one want to bully him.

And when he opened his eyes slightly, there was a trace of imperceptible vulnerability in his eyes.

It was really rare!

Lyra admired the look of his delicate and sickly beauty, and smiled in satisfaction, "Good boy, call me

master."

The mocking words upset Melvin, and a strong sense of humiliation came over him.

He glared at her angrily, used all his strength to break free from her hand, and stubbornly turned his

face away.

He looked like an angry tiger.

Lyra stopped at where it should and didn't continue to push him too hard.

He had been proud in the first half of his life. It was normal that he didn’t adapt to it at the moment.

She had to teach him and she had patience.

Lyra got up and left the weakened Melvin on the floor alone, giving him time to adjust to the medication.

She returned to her desk and began working.

Now, in addition to the chores of the Angle Group, she also had to deal with the Freeman group, which

she just took over.

By Ashley the scourge, almost half of the Freeman group was ruined so she had to completely replace

the core staff.

It was estimated that she had to be busy every day.

It was getting dark outside, and Lyra was busy until 8 p.m.

The office was very quiet except for the sound of her tapping on the keyboard.

She turned off her computer and rubbed the back of her sore neck. Suddenly, she remembered that it

had been more than an hour and Melvin hadn't moved.

What was the trick?

She walked around the desk to check. The man was lying on the floor. His long legs slightly curved,

and his eyes tightly closed. His eyebrows knitted together, which seemed to sleep with a great deal of

pain.

Lyra was a little unconvinced and called out to him twice, "Melvin, stop pretending and get up."

The man's brow knitted tighter, without the slightest reaction.

This state ... was not quite right.

That drug, although the reaction was strong when it was first injected, only hurt for half an hour.

Unless ...

Lyra wrinkled her brow and reached for Melvin's blazer, unintentionally touching his waist. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

The man grunted in pain

And he frowned harder.

Back injury?

Lyra was about to continue picking at his jacket when a pair of broad hands snapped around her wrist.

Melvin woke up.

Despite the dizzying pain, his hands reacted almost subconsciously.

"What are you doing?"

Lyra withdrew her hand, but answered with a light tone, "Are you hurt?"

"It's been good."

The tone of both was cold.

After these words, there was a long period of silence.

She was just asking a casual question, concerned about her little manservant.

Since he did not appreciate it, forget it.

"Since it's okay and you've had enough rest. Get up and go."

Lyra said, without looking back. She put on her bag and pushed the door out.

"Where to?"

"If you don't follow me up, you'll be walking home barefoot by yourself later."

Going home?

The words put Melvin in a trance for a few seconds.

Looking up, Lyra had already walked a long way out.

After an hour or so of rest, his physical condition had eased and he quickly got up from the ground to

follow Lyra's lead.

...

Lyra took him back to the Seaside Villa, which held three years of heavy memories.

When she first agreed to take Melvin's house, she was just following the mentality of "if she didn’t take

it, she would lose it."

Who knew that one day she would walk back in here.

She was still the same person.

But the status was diametrically opposed, and the state of mind had changed.

Lyra stood in front of the villa, not in a hurry to enter, but looked to Melvin and said.

"From now on, you are the only manservant here. The meals must be ready every day before I return.

Whether I eat them or not, and whether I return or not, you must make and serve them."

"When I'm not home, clean the whole house inside and out, and remember to keep it spotless."

"Every day when I come home from work, you must stand in front of the house to greet me, set up my

slippers, and say 'good day'!"

The more she said, the brighter the smile on Lyra's face.

On the contrary, Melvin's face was getting harder and harder to see, so that it almost blended into the

night.

All these thing shouldn’t be done by him, which was clearly a malicious revenge.

Even more humiliating!

"You're trampling on my dignity." His tone was low and he almost gnashed his teeth.

Lyra smiled, "What else do you think a manservant should do? I have to feed your mouth for nothing?

You should have thought of that when you signed the agreement. Now you want to back out? Sorry, it's

too late."

Melvin's dark face and hawk-like sharp eyes locked on her.

Lyra laughed at his expression.

He thought it was before?

Now he, even if he put on a more fierce expression, in her eyes, he was only a husky with teeth pulled.

"And that's humiliating? A woman who does the housework and the laundry and the cooking is

deserving? Is it a trampling of dignity for a man?"

She snorted coldly and continued, "Then I'm going to break the rules! What I did three years ago, you

are not allowed to do any less!"