The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 214 She is a little curious about this man

Lyra sighed slightly.

She stopped thinking and drank a whole bottle of red wine without realizing it.

Seeing that she was about to open another bottle, Eleven hastened to stop her, "Miss, since you hurt

your stomach by drinking too much last time, the doctor said that you can only drink a little in the future,

not too much."

"It's just two bottles, not to mention that I'm not going to get drunk with my alcohol tolerance."

Eleven sighed, "Miss, you forget that since the last time, you can't drink as much as you used to."

Being obstructed twice in a row, Lyra was a bit annoyed and simply pushed all the wine glasses and

bottles in front of her away, "I won't drink! Take away!"

She had her arms crossed, closing her eyes to sleep while being grumbled.

Eleven coaxed her with a smile and winked at other bodyguards. Soon Lyra's tabletop was cleared and

empty.

By the time the plane arrived at Suham, it was already evening.

Lyra was debating whether to go straight back to the Lloyd family when she got a call from Rebecca.

Rebecca was overjoyed to learn that she had announced her identity and had returned to Suham.

"How about coming out to Peachpuff tonight? There are so many old friends who want to meet you! Do

you want to see them?"

It was true that she hadn't seen all the childhood friends for years, and Lyra didn't really want to go

straight back to the Lloyd family, so she just agreed to it.

She only took Eleven with her.

And she let Twelve and Fifteen to book a hotel. Tonight she would just stay outside. And Seventeen

went back to the family and reported her arrival to her dad.

By the time she arrived at the bar, the others had been there.

In addition to Rebecca, Garrett was there, as well as Albert's daughter Sylvia White, and other old

friends. All together there were more than ten people.

The moment Lyra pushed open the door to the private room, Rebecca and Sylvia ducked behind the

door and took the fireworks. The ribbons fluttered and scattered all over the room.

"Happy Return!"

Lyra looked at their contrived welcome and smiled heartily, "Thanks."

Rebecca took her arm and dragged her to the main seat of the sofa, "Lyra, you don't even know that

when we knew the news that you died, we were all so sad. And now you are finally willing to disclose

your identity. It's wonderful!"

She and her friends were having a great time, clinking glasses round after round.

Rebecca and Sylvia sit next to her. Both were younger to her and they usually had a good relationship.

Thinking of what Seventeen said on the plane, Lyra took the initiative to ask Sylvia, "I heard your

family's eldest grandson is in power. Did he make things difficult for you?"

"No, my father he has always been uninterested in such things as power. Before that, my second

uncle's family and him fought hard. So after he takes the power, he is good to our family."

Lyra stroked her head and smiled gratefully, "That's good."

"However, he is also quite poor. He came back from the army in a mission six months ago. His whole

body was covered with blood. And his wound was serious. I heard he vomited blood every day. My

grandfather was frightened. He's really powerful. He can snatch back the power from the hands of my

second uncle. I admire him."

Lyra didn't say anything.

She had only just arrived at Suham and had already heard two different people praising this Malcolm,

and she was a little curious about this man.

As she thought about it, Rebecca's seat was quietly switched.

Lyra turned her head and saw Garrett sitting over with a glass of wine.

His face was as elegant and handsome as ever, and he raised his glass towards her.

"Lyra, I haven't seen you for most half a year. You're still so beautiful."

She smiled slightly and gently clinked her glass with him, "When were you found by your family and

returned to Suham from abroad?"

Garrett's expression froze on his face.

One reason was that he noticed Lyra's attitude toward him seemed more rusty than before.

On the other hand, he was angry at the mention of this matter!

That Melvin, how dared he play dirty with him! Melvin threw him on a cargo ship and sent him to a

desolate country of Lirquén, causing the Frazier family to take great efforts to find him.

However, now that Melvin was dead, he had a better chance.

Thinking of this, his expression returned to normal, "I have been back for several months. I was

planning to Frayton to find you, but the company got something so I can not be away. I heard the

Freeman family's son has ... "

The smile on Lyra's face paused, and her hand that was clutching the glass tightened.

"I'm sorry. I made you sad."

Garrett looked at her with apologetic eyes and reached out to take her hand to comfort her.

Lyra didn't move but got up to pour herself a glass of wine, avoiding his touch.

Garrett didn't feel embarrassed but looked at her with deep affection, "Lyra, now that you don't have

that drag anymore and you're completely single again, let me take care of you when you've had

enough fun, okay?"

Lyra frowned.

What did he mean that Melvin was a drag?

"Mr. Frazier, it's a party. It doesn't seem appropriate for you to talk about that."

She looked at him with cold eyes. That was a warning.

After all, there were other friends there, and she didn't want to make a scene that would be unpleasant

for everyone.

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Garrett eyes gradually darkened, feeling heartbroken, "Let bygone be bygone. You always have to start

a new life."

Lyra didn't even look at him, poured two big glasses of red wine and said to Sylvia next to her, "You

guys keep drinking. I'm going to the bathroom."

Coming out of the private room, her face was slightly smoky red and her head was dizzy.

Now her alcohol tolerance was as good as before. She was a little bit of rush when drinking so she

already felt a little bit drunk.

She walked unsteadily, holding the wall.

Garrett's words flashed through her mind over and over again, and she felt depressed.

Everyone around her was urging her to restrain her grief, to forget about Melvin and start a new life.

She wanted to do it too.

But half a year later, she still can't forget those things, and still thought about it. She still felt very guilty

and uncomfortable.

She inhaled deeply and tried to suppress the up-welling emotions.

Suddenly she saw a familiar and tall man's back.

This back was...

She gasped and shook her head in shock. Her vision was clearer and her gaze followed the back as it

disappeared around the corner of the aisle.

"Melvin, is that you, isn't it?"

She immediately chased after it and ran wildly to the corner of the aisle. However, there was no longer

the familiar figure in the aisle.

Eleven heard the commotion and hurried over to help the drunken lady who was staggering.

"Miss, are you drunk?"

Lyra grabbed his arm as if to confirm with extra force.

"I'm not drunk. I just saw Melvin! It must be him! There's no way I can mistake his back. Eleven, he's

not dead. He must not be dead! That must be him just now!"

Eleven was shocked and confused.

Seeing Lyra's determined face, he had to tell her to stay where she was and wait while he looked at all

the bar patrons walking down the entire aisle.

Sighing, he returned to Lyra, "Miss, you should be mistaken."

Lyra shook her head firmly, "No way! It has to be him. It has to be! Block Peachpuff. I want to check all

the private rooms one by one!"