The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 123 Dare to confess in front of him?

"Boss, I just cottoned up to Lyra's bodyguard brought. When he wasn't paying attention, I knocked him

out, but that bodyguard is very strong. I guess he won't take long to wake up. Let's make it short!"

Chad was very quiet and his expression was deliberate.

"Melvin, who is that at the door?"

Fiona heard the movement, sat up and looked this way.

Melvin blocked her view and seriously enjoined her, "Mom, I should go back to Seaside Villa. You

behave yourself these days. Don't mention that kind of thing again. Remember what I said."

"Got it!"

Fiona was a little impatient, but thinking of her plan, she smiled and waved to him, "Come on. It's

getting late. You can leave."

Not bothering to notice her abnormality, Melvin went out with Chad to the rooftop of the Freeman

Manor for talking.

Chad: "Boss, I found out that the Lloyd family has a person with a similar timeline to Miss Carroll. The

patriarch of the Lloyd family, Reginald has only one daughter. But, she is not missing. She was

suddenly declared dead by the Lloyd family six years ago. The cause of death is still unknown."

Melvin's brow furrowed tightly.

The better she hid it, the more problematic this was.

He asked, "Can the database find a photo of this woman?"

"It can't. Not only no photos, not even a name. I even heard the Lloyd family had a very modest funeral

for her, but where the tombstone is. There is no information. Boss, do you think this girl could be really

dead?"

Melvin pursed his lips and pondered.

After thinking about it, he just shook his head, "The Lloyd family's practices, on the surface, it looks like

they doesn't care about this daughter, not enough attentive to her. In fact, it's the complete opposite.

That just proved that the Lloyd family loves this daughter very much, in sparing no effort to protect her

safety."

Chad thought about it and felt it made sense, "So is it possible that this girl ... is really Miss Carroll?"

"Not completely sure, but I think. It's her."

When he said this, Melvin's dark eyes glowed with a burning light. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

He was ecstatic.

Keith massaged her, took care of her ... She pushed Keith and pouted at him ...

This was all about the brother and his own sister!

He even doubted whether she was cheating in marriage before. Now that he thought about it, he felt he

really deserved to die!

But ...

His expression was once again stony.

If Lyra was the daughter of the Lloyd family, why did she end up in the Frayton's orphanage?

What changed in the middle of this?

Perhaps that was why the Lloyd family wanted to protect her.

"If Miss Carroll is really the Lloyd family's daughter, then ..."

Chad suddenly thought of something, panicked and pulled out his phone from his pocket. After

confirming it once, his eyes lit up.

"Boss, last time Jay found the Lloyd family youngest daughter on a private jet to Frayton thirteen years

ago! Because Jay's family owns that airport, he accidentally checked this record, but he is informed

that she had died. And it ends up with nothing."

"If Miss Carroll is really the Lloyd family's daughter, then there is a chance that she ... is really the girl

you are looking for!"

Chad said as he handed him the information on his phone from that time.

Melvin carefully read it, "This message, I will find another opportunity to confirm it."

There was so much information tonight that he was a little overwhelmed.

If Lyra was really the little girl who saved him thirteen years ago, then what he had done ...

He actually mistakenly believed in Charlotte, but also hurt Lyra for so many years. It was him who

turned her love for him to only indifference and revenge.

Melvin's heart throbbed with pain.

Was it too late to remedy the situation today ...?

After exchanging messages with Chad, Melvin went downstairs to the first floor's lobby with mixed

feelings.

Eleven was laid out on the couch in the hall by Chad and hadn't woken up yet.

Melvin quietly walked over to him and sat down.

Just two minutes after sitting down, Eleven woke up and opened his eyes to see Melvin's

expressionless face.

Melvin: "I didn't think you've fallen asleep,"

Eleven was flabbergasted.

"How could I have fallen asleep!"

Melvin was serious, "I came out after chatting and saw you lying here asleep, just you. I waited for five

minutes before you woke up. If Lyra knows this, what will happen? But don't worry. I will not tell her

about it."

Eleven was still sleepy and scratched his head.

Melvin didn't give him a chance to react, got up and headed outside.

"Let's go. There's already been an extra five minute delay because you slept."

Eleven was still thinking.

He clearly remembered that a male servant came to chat with him and he ignored him...

"Hurry up! Lyra won't be happy if we're late getting back!"

He was combing through his memories and was interrupted by Melvin again, so he could only follow

resentfully to the car.

It was already dark when they returned to Seaside Villa.

Melvin stood by the first floor's window of living room and looked into.

Keith left, leaving Garrett and Lyra still drinking at the dinner table.

The living room.

Garrett downed one glass after another. He was a little drunk, with a sullen face, "Lyra, it's said wine

can make people forget sorrow. Why do I feel more bitter in my heart after drinking so much?"

Lyra was a very good drinker and never got drunk.

She only laughed, "How can you believe in the words of the ancients. It's also said drinking can't dispel

sorrow. Garrett, you're drunk. I'll let Seventeen and Eighteen send you back."

"No! Lyra I'm not drunk! I have something in my heart to say to you ..."

Garrett shook his head and reached out to touch her hand.

She withdrew her hand without moving, and her face was clam.

"I'm not interested in what you want to say. It's late. Go back."

Garrett's warm, almond eyes were written with rejection as he rose and swayed toward her, getting

down on one knee with his usual serious expression.

"Lyra, I know you have a grudge against me because of Irene. When I go back to Suham, I will

definitely berate her properly, but I really like you. Melvin has hurt you before, but I will never. I will only

love and cherish you. Give me a chance to love you, okay?"

Lyra's face was flat and she did not speak.

She filled a glass of red wine for herself and drank it in one go.

The dark red liquor slid down the side of her red lips.

She raised her hand and gently wiped it off. Her movement was too elegant to be true.

This scene was reflected in Garrett's heart, "Lyra, if you are not completely sure of your feelings, we

can be engaged first, or start with a relationship."

Melvin, who had just walked to the door and opened it, could hear it clearly.

His face was livid and his fists were clenched tightly.

Scum, was this a deliberate attempt to get rid of Keith and create a chance to confess alone?

Lyra was ready to answer.

Melvin covered his stomach with hand and pinch his thighs hard. Then his face instantly became

incomparably pale. And the cold sweat broke out a few.

Then he leaned against the door with a vulnerable face, "Rara, my stomach hurts ..."