The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 39 Don't Miss the Good Show

Having finished her lunch in the cafeteria, Lyra went back to her office and turn on her work mode

again.

She only had a speculation about the matter of the Matthews family, but there was no substantial

evidence, and neither did she actually care.

But if Charlotte took the initiative to mess with her, then it would be different.

Halfway through the afternoon, Cody called.

What came to Lyra's ear was a sweet boyish voice, "Lyra, are you free tonight?"

Lyra was tapping the keyboard, her tone flat, "Nope."

Cody pouted and continued anyway, "I have to go to the banquet at the Matthews' tonight. I've been

working for seven days in a row, so you have to give me a break, right?"

"Granted."

Not expecting her to agree so readily, Cody tentatively asked again, "And may I have the pleasure to

invite Miss Carroll to be my date for the evening?"

Lyra pursed her lips, her starry eyes flickering, thinking over something.

A while later, she replied, "Ok."

With one brief word, Lyra hung up the phone.

Cody on the other end of the phone silently lamented that the Queen was so cold and emotionless!

Lyra hadn't planned to go, but since Cody mentioned it, she might as well stop by to join in the fun.

30 minutes later, Kellie came to her office and placed a delicate gift box on Lyra's desk.

"Director, this was just delivered. It's for you,"

"Got it, you can leave now."

When Kellie was gone, Lyra got up and opened the gift box.

It was an evening dress. The style is quite in line with her aesthetics. Cody that boy really made a full

preparation for this.

She shook her head in amusement, took a few more glance at the dress before putting it back and

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As soon as the end of the day came, most of the employees started to pack up and prepared to leave.

Lyra told those who like to work overtime to go back early as well. When almost everyone in the

company had left, she took the elevator to get down.

In front of the Angle Group Tower, Cody was waiting by a new silver-gray Maybach.

When he saw Lyra come out, he took a look at her.

Just a glance, he couldn't move his eyes away anymore.

She was simply stunning in that snow-white dress, who could even outshine many popular movie stars.

Unfortunately, Lyra didn't really care to be a star.

Cody tsked and smiled as he trotted over, stretching out his arm in a gentlemanly way, "My queen, it is

my greatest honor to join you at the banquet."

Lyra snickered and reached out to give him a pop on the head, "Knock it off."

Cody covered his head, pouting, "I'm telling the truth."

As Lyra walked towards the car, Cody hurried to open the door for her, meanwhile continuing with his

compliment, "Lyra, you have such a good taste. This dress is amazing."

Lyra paused in her tracks.

Looking at him suspiciously, she asked, "Didn't you pick this for me and send it over?"

Cody was confused and also a little embarrassed, "I was going to pick a dress for you personally, but I

was on set all afternoon and so busy that I forgot."

Lyra's expression became serious.

She remembered that she didn't see the name of the sender on the box this afternoon. Since she and

Cody had talked on the phone before that, she assumed it was from this kid and didn't care too much.

Now things had become interesting!

Cody thought she was angry with him so asked weakly, "Lyra, what's wrong?"

Lyra did not explain anything, red lips curled up into a smile, "Let's go. We can't miss the good show."

In the dressing room on the second floor, the Matthews House.

Charlotte was still putting on her makeup. She had been making preparation since noon. Today, she

must be the center of attention.

Sheila sat next to her, chattering without stop, "If it wasn't for your invitation to this party, my brother

would have grounded me for who knows how long. You don't know, those jerks in the Freeman Manor

are keeping a strict watch on me. I'm bored to death."

Charlotte smiled and comforted her, "You're out now, right? I guess Melvin won't confine you guys there

anymore."

"That's not necessarily true. My brother is a hard-hearted person, principled and stubborn." She sighed

and continued to complain, "And you, I don't know what you're doing these days. You didn't even

answer my calls. I'm even wondering if you have sold me out."

Charlotte's face stiffened, but soon she went to take Sheila's hand affectionately, "How could I possibly

do such a thing! You've always been my best friend. I'm quite sad that you'd think of me like that."

Sheila saw her expression was sincere, so she believed it. "I was just joking. Please don't take it to the

heart. However, congratulations. You can finally marry into our family as the daughter of the Matthews

family, all the more worthy of my brother!

Charlotte's face turned sullen, but changed back to a warm smile the moment Sheila looked over.

Sheila didn't even notice and continued talking.

"But then again, now you're one of the Matthews, as well as the future heir to Matton Corp. With such a

high status, Lyra that bitch is no match for you."

This made Charlotte very complacent.

When she was about to humblebrag about it, there was a noise outside the door.

It sounded like something had dropped to the ground.

The two looked at each other and got up to open the door.

It turned out it was the maid who came to deliver the dress, but she accidentally collided with the cart of

the passing cleaner, and things fell all over the place, so the maid was helping to pick them up.

Sheila covered her nose in disgust, "Ugh, what a mess. It's dirty!"

The cleaner went up to apologize in fear and trepidation.

"I'm sorry ladies. It'll be done soon and won't dirty your door."

Charlotte frowned in disgust, but after all, Sheila was there, so she could not directly chide them. She

only smiled and said, "Forget it, it's not a big deal. Many guests are gonna be here today. Hurry up and

do your job."

Then she turned to the maid who was helping, "Bring in the dress. The size has been altered, right?

Come on."

"Yes."

The maid hurriedly picked up the intact dress box from the floor and followed Charlotte into the

dressing room.

With the box opened— it was a snow-white haute couture dress.

Sheila was directly mesmerized, "Dear god, what a beautiful dress. This is from a famous designer's

abroad, right? Charlotte, no wonder you're the center of spotlight tonight. Uncle and aunt love you so

much that even I'm envious."

Charlotte was actually so satisfied by Sheila words although she denied modestly, "This is nothing.

You're little princess of the Freeman family'."

The two complimented each other for a while. Then Sheila took a few photos with her "bestie" and

posted them on Instagram, writing, "Welcoming party for my bestie. She is a stunner."

It soon drew a bunch of comments from Sheila's celebrity fans, praising both of them in every possible

exaggerating way.

Sheila, who had not been out for a long time, got her vanity boost tonight.

Charlotte found a way to make Sheila leave, "Girl, please help me go take a look how many people

have come here. Isn't it almost time to start?"

"Alright."

As soon as Sheila left, Charlotte quickly made a phone call.

"How's it going with the bitch? Nothing's gonna go wrong tonight, right?"

Irene on the other end of the phone sounded confident, "No, my people are watching her. You'll see."

With her words, Charlotte was completely rest assured.

She couldn't hold back her excitement for the good show ahead.

Tonight, she would become the first socialite of Frayton with Lyra under her feet!