The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 118 Stand up for her?

Lyra was already upset during the days, and Jasmine happened to be her excuse to vent out her

anger.

Jasmine cried and was dragged out.

The room finally quieted down and Lyra sat down next to Melissa's bed and carefully peeled an apple

for her.

Melissa watched her with unblinking eyes and smiled gratefully, "I haven't seen you for years. You've

changed a lot, but now you're doing things with such vigor. I like it so much."

"You can actually do it too."

Melissa's gaze darkened, "No, I'm different. I'm not like all the trainees here. They have either a

company or a powerful family behind them, and I only have myself."

Lyra put down the apple and held her hand, "Don't you think you're amazing? That you were able to

stand out from a hundred people and make it to the final step by step just by yourself?"

"But I'm only the 15th. I can't debut. Jasmine told me that the debut quota has already been decided by

the major companies who bribed the judges. I don't have a chance."

Lyra laughed.

This was her company. She organized the program, and specifically informed the people under her that

bribery was not allowed to book the quota. Can anyone know better than her?

Melissa was not bad looking. Although she did not belong to the type of stunning at first glance, her

appearance was pleasing to eyes.

She was a cute and simple girl.

With this kind of look and strength, Melissa's path in the entertainment industry can go a long way.

Whether it was for personal reasons as a friend or for the benefit of the company, she intended to

promote Melissa for a while!

"Don't worry. My show will never have an unofficial decision. As long as you work hard you all have a

chance. And, even if you don't succeed in debuting this time, I will still let you sign with Angle Group as

an S-rank artist."

Melissa's eyes glistened with tears.

She bit her lip incredulously to keep the tears from falling. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Lyra stroked her head, "This time you'll just fight as hard as you can towards your goal."

"Thank you, Lyra ... Even though you never told me who you are, I know you're an amazing girl,"

Melissa said, hugging her with emotion.

"In the future, if there are other girls bullying you again, you will stand up to them! The weaker you are,

the more they will take advantage of you. Only if you stand up, they will fear you. Don't be afraid. I'll be

your supporter from now on!"

Melissa wrapped her arms tightly around her, and something in her heart began to firm up.

As soon as Lyra left, Melissa was blocked in the bathroom by Polly's two henchmen just after she left

the infirmary that evening.

Because it was the festival time, no camera was shooting in the base. Places such a restrooms were

unlikely to have surveillance.

Polly only rushed back to the base after learning about Jasmine's inexplicable withdrawal, intending to

fix Melissa so that she wouldn't dare to tell others again.

Melissa was cornered and shivering when Lyra's words during the day suddenly flashed through her

mind.

She gritted her teeth, raised the dirty mop in the corner, and waved it at the trio in demonstration.

"Polly, I'm telling you. Once upon a time I gave in to you, from now on you won't touch me again!"

"Oh, good! Then let's play a game and try to see if you can beat one against three!"

The four girls quickly wrestled together, and the bathroom was a mess of screams.

Lyra found out about it the next morning.

Polly, bruised and beaten, threatened to hire a lawyer to sue Melissa for personal injury.

Kellie stood by and said, "You three beat one but failed. The guilty party files the suit first."

Lyra also smiled, "I'll leave this to you. Whether Polly is to hire a lawyer or engage in other mischief,

you have to support Melissa through the end."

"No problem, Director!"

Lyra was busy with work for a few days, and someone wasn't idle either.

Seaside Villa.

Lyra had not come back once for three days in a row. Melvin did not know what was going on with him,

but he always felt very upset.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he will have the image of Lyra and Keith alone in front of him ...

Just the thought of that image made him feel sick all over, everywhere.

Why was that?

Once upon a time he thought he was fond of Charlotte, but then he realized that he was only interested

in Charlotte out of manly duty and sisterly care.

But Lyra was different. She always evoked many emotions in him, such as anger, surprise, heartache

and guilt.

She seemed to be a very special existence for him?

Although his heart was a mess, he had not been idle in the past few days.

By faking his way out the door and getting the shadowy bodyguards to come out and block him, he

found the hiding spots of the two bodyguards in the villa and figured out the pattern. Tonight would be a

good opportunity to meet up with Chad if Lyra didn't come back.

He sat on the sofa in contemplation when the door connecting the living room to the garden was

suddenly opened.

Thinking it was Lyra who had returned, Melvin got up to go get her.

But it wasn't Lyra who came in, it was Eleven.

Eleven came in with three other equally tall men behind him, walking in aggressively and staring at him

with a very unfriendly gaze.

Feeling a hint of threat, Melvin looked over at Eleven and asked calmly, "What's this for?"

Just after he finished, the three men behind Eleven suddenly approached him with ferocity.

Two came up behind him and imprisoned his shoulders.

The other walked up to him and raised his palm viciously, ready to slap in his cheek, which was

recovered for two days.

Eleven stopped him just in time, "Master Keith said, don't hit the face! With his condition, he can't

withstand you this time. Don't hit his face. It will ruin his face."

Master Keith?

Melvin narrowed his eyes slightly and sneered, "I wonder when I have offended Master Keith. Is he

ready to beat me up?"

Eleven said in Keith's condensed tone, "You didn't offend Master Keith, but you hurt Miss Carroll.

Master Keith is sure to have you punished!"

Heh, Keith was feeling sorry for Lyra and wanted to stand up for her?

Melvin felt odd.

"So it was just Master Keith's idea, not Lyra's?"

Eleven was silent.

"What's the difference? As a servant that Miss Carroll signed an agreement with, you shouldn't have

had bad intentions in the first place! But not only did you sneak into her room late at night, you also

made her get hurt. Shouldn't you be punished?"

In this case, although the result of having Lyra injured was not his intention, it did start because of him.

He should pay for this.

And looking at the attitude of these people sent by Keith, he didn't expected to end well today.

"You tell them to let go, and I'll take whatever punishment you want."

"Good! Mr. Freeman has some balls."

Eleven gave a wink to the two men who were restraining him, and they had the sense to let him go.

"The punishment is very simple. Considering your current physical condition, Master Keith only beat

you a hundred times by cane as a warning. How is it? Not very difficult for you, right?"

Eleven took out two index-finger-thick long cane, smiling and staring at him.

Originally, Keith was going to use a riding crop.

But the crop could break hoeses' thick skins, not to mention the fragile Melvin with the injection of

special drugs. He was afraid that Melvin will not be able to withstand it and die, which would be difficult

and troublesome for him to explain it to Lyra.

But the cane was different. It was not easy to beat him to bleed, but can make him half dead.

Especially the next day, the wound will be swollen.

The feeling of being beat by the cane was very tortured ...

Melvin was also well aware of this, and there was a touch of sarcasm on his lips.

"Simple indeed. Master Keith is really generous and forgiving."