The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 51 Clever Little Baddie

The woman's wail in the hut gradually weakened, and at the same time rang out the arrogant laughter

of men.

"Lyra!"

Melvin's eyes were flaming with wrath, and he kicked open the door of the hut with extreme force.

The men inside were just about to get down to business when Melvin interrupted their fun.

The two sides quickly got into a fight.

This group of men had been gangsters for a long time, so they were ruthless in fights. Melvin and Fred

got bruises on their face. Nevertheless, Melvin's strong killing intent drove him to kick and punch more

mercilessly than the gang.

In less than ten minutes, the group of men were scattered here and there, lying on the ground moaning

in pain, no longer able to fight back.

The room was still very dark, mixed with the sound of a woman vomiting blood and coughing.

"Lyra?!"

Melvin followed the sound and found the sapless woman on the ground, and he carried her out across

the room.

Fred received a few more kicks from the opposite side during the fight and limped out of the hut after

Melvin.

Melvin placed the person in his arms onto the open area outside the hut to check on her injuries.

The woman's face was swollen like a pig's head from the beating, almost indistinguishable .

Clothes were torn, covered in blood—what a tragic sight. Fortunately, Melvin and Fred came in time; Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

otherwise, they dared not imagine the consequences if she was really raped by ten men...

Melvin's eyes were flaming with hate seeing the wounds all over her body, and his heart suddenly felt

like being wrenched, which hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.

"Lyra! Wake up, wake up!"

The woman had completely fainted, but still breathing faintly, indicating that her life was not in a critical

condition.

Fred glanced at the battered woman on the ground and couldn't help feeling sorry for her. He asked in

a hushed voice, "Boss, what about those men inside?"

Melvin's eyes were suddenly filled with ferocity and he snarled without hesitation, "Kill them!"

Fred got the order and immediately made a call to someone to handle it.

Melvin took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around the woman, inexplicable emotions in his eyes.

Not far away, Lyra behind the tree was watching everything from an excellent viewing angle.

Looking at Melvin's out-of-control expression, Lyra thought for a moment that she had misread it.

If it was really her lying on the ground, would Melvin actually be so sad for her?

He still had feelings for her?

She could not tell how she felt in her heart when she saw this scene; it was odd enough.

But then she dismissed the thought she had just had.

Whether Melvin loved her or not— hadn't she seen clearly enough in the past three years?

If he knew that the person on the ground was actually Charlotte, whom he held so dear, he would

probably be even sadder and more distraught, right?

At the thought of this, the look in Lyra's eyes turned cold again and she turned to leave quietly.

The woman on the ground woke up in a daze, her swollen eyes opened to slits, and after seeing who

the man in front of her was, she burst into a cry.

"Mel! I thought I'd never see you again..."

Her mouth was hurt so her speech was a little slurred.

But Melvin heard her "Mel" loud and clear.

Lyra would never call him that.

He looked again at the woman on the ground, but Fred next to him was the first to lose control and

shout, "Boss, it's not Lyra. It's Miss Matthews!"

Fred was visibly more agitated than he had just been when he found out it was Charlotte, "Miss

Matthews, what are you doing here? Who did this to you?"

Charlotte cried even more, her bloodied hands clutching Melvin's cuff, "It's...it's Lyra. She was the one

who called me to come here. Mel, it hurts, it hurts so much..."

The more she talked, the more excited she became, and finally she passed out from physical

exhaustion.

Knowing that the injured person was Charlotte instead of Lyra, the heart-wrenching pain that Melvin

had been feeling was suddenly eased a little, without he himself noticing it.

But Fred, next to him, was already cursing, "Those motherfuckers! How dare they hurt Miss Matthews.

Damn it!"

Fred gritted his teeth in anger and turned to Melvin, "Boss, you just received Miss Carroll's text

message and thought she was in danger, so you rushed over here. But it was Miss Matthews who got

hurt. This must have something to do with Lyra. Maybe it was her that plotted the whole thing!"

Melvin frowned, but he had composed himself now, "Take Lottie to the hospital first. This matter can be

investigated later."

"Yes."

Fred picked up Charlotte from Melvin's arms, carried the person and dashed to their car parked on the

side of the highway.

After Fred left, Melvin slowly got up. Looking at the cabin behind him where there was wailing coming

out from time to time, he remembered the text message he got from Lyra half an hour ago.

She said, "I've invited ten guys tonight to have fun. Want to come over and join the party?"

When he saw the text message, he was furious. He called her immediately but it said Lyra's phone was

turned off, so he asked Fred to track down the location and then hurried here.

He didn't expect it to be Charlotte who was beaten and even nearly raped.

Lyra.

Could she really be the one who did it?

Irritation suddenly bubbled up in his heart.

...

Lyra took Katrina and went to the main city taking Jalen's eyes.

Before parting, she took out the black case that she had specially asked Jalen to fetch using her Black

Gold Card and handed it to Katrina.

"Here is five million. Better move to the countryside in the future, more inconspicuous, you know. When

Irene finds out about this, she will definitely hunt you down. Just hid yourself away, ok?"

Katrina took the case with complicated emotions in her eyes. She urged, "You said you would save my

mother from Irene and bring her safely to me. If you dare lie to me, I'll..."

Lyra interrupted her with a smile, "No such possibility. I, Lyra Lloyd, always keep my promise."

Katrina was drawn to the lights in her eyes.

"Okay, I believe you."

Only after Katrina had completely disappeared did Jalen approach Lyra and whisper, "Miss, why didn't

you kill her, but you even gave her money?"

"She didn't mean to harm me. Her mother was held hostage by Irene, so Katrina had to work for her.

Poor girl. I sort of took advantage of her weak spot, and then offered her mercy and kindness. She will

only be more grateful to me and work for me from now on instead of stabbing me in the back."

Seeing Jalen did not speak, she added, "Don't worry. I'm not a saint or what. Those who actually want

to hurt me, I won't spare any of them. But death is too comfortable for them. The best way of revenge is

to torture them to the point that they are begging for death."

Jalen looked at her who was smiling a mischievous smile and he laughed along with her.

"The young master had guessed it correctly. You're indeed a clever little baddie, Lady."

Lyra instantly looked up and stared at him, "You two speak ill of me like this behind my back? Have you

forgotten that I'm the real boss of Angle Group? Do you still want to get paid?"

Jalen instantly stuttered, "No, no, Lady, I was wrong!"

Women were not to be messed with!

Lyra stopped teasing him and rubbed her shoulders, "Come on, let's go home. I need to get a good

night's sleep to refresh myself. This is not over yet. Tomorrow is expected to be another tough battle."

As she was talking, she turned her head and looked at a certain large store on a quiet street that was

already closed at this hour.

It was a branded store owned by the Matton Corp.