The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 136 The person who should look up to you is me

"This ... how is this possible ...?"

Before he could say anything, he saw Ted standing in front of him with the list of evidence. The killer

disguised as a doctor in the Matthews House ... Did Charlotte really do this?

On the surface, she said that she would take him in, but was already thinking of sending him to hell

behind the scenes?

Fred wept, and the evidence Chad and Ted had put together could never be false.

It was because he knew this that he was very sad and felt his heart was suffocating with difficulty.

Charlotte actually cheated him for so long, cheated him so hard ...

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry to boss. I failed his trust. He can do whatever he wants with me."

Seeing him crying so badly, Chad sighed, "Tell me what you did for Charlotte before, and don't lie."

"Okay..."

While he talked and Chad listened, Ted was nearby recording what he said on his computer.

"That's it. Since the hijacking, I was sent to jail by Lyra."

Ted handed the computer to Chad. After Chad went through it carefully, he turned off the computer and

looked at Fred with slightly complicated eyes.

"As friends who once stood side by side, this is the last time we see you. What else do you want to

say?"

Fred closed his eyes and his heart felt like dead ashes.

"No more. My own stupidity asks for it. Do it."

Chad laughed: "You think the boss is going to kill you? He prefers you to confess while you're alive."

Chad looked at the time again and instructed Ted, "Get two guys to whip him a hundred times and send

him back. Tell the big heads of the two factions in prison that anyone who dares to treat him well in the Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

future is having trouble with the boss."

"Yes."

Chad grabbed his computer and left the house without looking back.

Soon, the house resounded with the sound of crackling and slapping mixed with the man's painful

cries, which sounded miserable and eerie.

The next day, Lyra went to work after breakfast.

Melvin finished cleaning up the dishes and went out the door with her, one after the other.

Although he was no longer in charge of the Freeman group, his majesty under the rule of the group for

years was still there. Plus the 40% shares, he still got the right of speech in the Freeman group.

Only the office was moved from the top floor to the 23rd floor, but Melvin didn't care. They were just

vanity to him. But Lyra wanted it, and he would spare no effort to help her.

Bust because he didn't care, it didn't mean others did so.

At lunchtime, Mr. Potts and Mr. Spears both knocked on his door.

"Mr. Freeman, good afternoon."

The two men smiled ingratiatingly.

Melvin glanced at the two men and his tone was cold, "What is it?"

Potts and Spears looked at each other, "We are here today mainly to discuss something with you, Mr.

Freeman."

Melvin didn't even look up, "Major things go to Ms. Carroll. Small things go to Ms Osborne."

The two men's faces stiffened as they winked at each other.

Spears hurriedly said, "Since the Freeman group changed its ownership, Miss Osborne has been

intentionally suppressing those of us who have been with you for many years.And Ms. Carroll has been

so unpredictable that we have no room to talk about this. Now that you're back, don't you ever think

about winning back the group?"

Melvin stopped working, but didn't say anything.

Potts saw that he finally reacted, and continued to add fuel to the fire: "Ms. Carroll doesn't seem to

know much about the real estate industry. And Miss Osborne is also a little clueless, so the company

can't go on like this, right?"

His hands were on the desk, tapping. His dark eyes looked thoughtful.

"What do you want to do? Tell me straight."

"If you want to take back the group, we will support you to the end! No, no, not just us, but a lot of the

old staff are willing to listen to you. Ms. Carroll has 5% more shares than you, but you've been in

charge of the Freeman group for a long time. So if you go head-to-head, your chances of winning won't

be small!"

Melvin was silent for a while before he said, "Who are they? Make a list for me."

Potts and Spears were both surprised, "So you agree?"

He pursed his lips. He was reticent and did not answer.

The two men knew he was cold, so they just assumed he had an idea and handed the list over without

a second thought.

When Melvin was back in charge of the Freeman group, they were among the old employees who had

maintained the work, and may be able to share some of the loose shares.

The two of them were happy, "Then Mr. Freeman, take your time. If there is anything you need us to

do, please feel free to ask."

"Hmm."

The two men had the good sense to close the door and leave.

Melvin was still reading the list when suddenly a person opened the door quietly.

He noticed in the aftermath and subconsciously looked up.

It was Lyra who was in a white hip dress, leaning on the door with her arms folded, looking at him with

a smile, but her eyes were cold.

From Melvin's point of view, it was just enough to show off her exquisite figure.

"What brings you here?"

Lyra's tone was light, "Now that the whole building is mine, I can't come? Or did I come at a bad time

and happen to hear something I shouldn't?"

"That's not what I meant."

Melvin got up, invited her to the couch, and poured her a cup of tea.

When this was done, Melvin handed her the list that was given by Potts and Spears just now, "Look at

this."

She took a cursory glance and was a little surprised.

"These are the underpinnings that will sustain you to snatch back the group. You're just going to

expose them?"

Melvin pursed his lips and slowly squatted down on one knee under her gaze, looking at her with an

upward gaze.

Lyra was puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"I won't let you look up and talk to me again, because it's me who should look up to you."

When he said this, his black eyes were incomparably serious, and his handsome features were like the

face of God.

Because of the special drug, his face was a little pale, but it added a few sickly beauty.

Lyra froze for a couple of seconds, not reacting to the fact that such words could actually come out of

Melvin's mouth.

"You're really going out of your way to gain my trust."

"I know you don't believe me now. But when time goes by, you will understand that I am not lying to

you."

Lyra sneered and viciously pinched his chin, "Melvin, I hate deception. When you used to be mean and

hated me, at least it was true. If you get caught lying to me, there will be no good consequences!"

Melvin had no idea how to reply.

Obviously what he said now was the truest!

Lyra released his jaw and continued to read the list, "What do you think I should do with this group of

employees who are loyal to you?"

Melvin sighed, "They are the old employees who have been working here for years. You can not

dismiss them all. People are selfish. If you provide them with benefits, over time, they will support you

as a leader as well."

Lyra: "So you're asking me to turn a blind eye and pretend I didn't see it?"

"Yes, with this list, you will have a clear target. You can properly give them incentives, but also prevent

them from having disloyalty at any time."

Lyra pondered for a moment and was a little unconvinced.

"So you had Potts and Spears both write this list. With the intention of giving it to me?"

"Yes, if you hadn't come today, I will have handed you the list myself back to Seaside Villa. But you

happened to come and almost misunderstood me ..."

At the end, the corners of his mouth pulled down gently. He was feeling a little bit wronged.

Lyra ignored his expression and asked, "I don't suppose this list is gratuitous? What do you want?"

Melvin tilted his head to see her and didn't intend to hide it, "I'd like to have an assistant."

It was that simple?

Lyra: "Who?"

"Chad."