The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 215 Congratulations, you're getting married again

Her eyes were red and her tone was resolute.

Eleven was very heartbroken, but had to let her down, "Miss, wake up. Mr. Melvin has died. His ashes

are buried in Frayton's cemetery. You personally visited him for countless times in the past six months.

Do you remember!?"

Lyra's whole body froze and a hint of self-doubt emerged on her face.

Eleven choked with sobs, "Stop torturing yourself. Mr. Melvin will never come back. Just let go! You

must be mistaken!"

Yes.

How can a person who was dead six months ago appear in Suham's Peachpuff?

It was her who was bewitched ...

Her clear eyes gradually turned gloomy. She covered her heart and felt suffocated.

Eleven saw her and cried, "Miss, you are drunk. Let's go. Fifteen had booked the hotel. Let's go back

early to rest."

She had rejoiced too soon.

Lyra seemed to be deflated. And her whole body was weak.

After this, she was really not in the mood to continue the party, so she simply listened to Eleven and

went back to the hotel.

They just came downstairs when Chad came out of another elevator and leisurely went into a VIP room

at the far end of the corner.

...

After arriving at the hotel's room, Lyra went into the bathroom, turned on the shower and turned the

water up to maximum.

The water was hot, but her body was cold as if her heart had gone numb.

She let the water pour down to her head, trying to wake herself up a little.

Her eyes were sore and unbearable. And her tears were mixed with the hot water and disappeared

without a trace.

She told herself over and over again that Melvin was dead. He died for her and was unlikely to come

back.

At the door of the room, Twelve and Fifteen were surprised to see the state Lyra was in when she

returned.

"When Miss said she was going to the party today, she was in a stable mood. Why did she come back

in this state? What happened at the party?"

Eleven sighed, "Miss was drunk, as if she saw a man whose back is similar Mr. Melvin's. It brought up

those sad things again."

A few people listened and sighed along in unison.

...

The next day, when Lyra woke up, she was completely sober.

She restrained her bad mood from last night and departed for the Lloyd family.

Lloyd's Parlor was very large. The Anning Hill in the suburb of Suham was bought by the ancestors of

Lloyd family. All the villas were surrounded by mountains and water. It was a beautiful scenery all year

round. And the air quality was excellent.

Lyra's uncles, Kacper and Vincent, they all lived halfway up the hill. When Lyra drove up, she simply

ignored the two villas and went straight to Reginald's place.

Douglas, the old butler, had been standing in front of the villa for a long time.

When he saw Lyra's car, he ran up quickly and opened the door for Lyra himself.

"Miss, you're finally back. The master misses you and is waiting for you in the study."

"Well, Douglas, thanks."

"You're welcome."

Douglas was flattered and looked back at Lyra's bodyguards who were all empty-handed, "Miss, why

didn't you bring your luggage?"

Lyra looked aloof, "I just came back to see my dad. I didn't plan to stay."

Lloyd's Parlor had so many bad people living in it that she was afraid she won't be able to sleep at

night.

She went straight in towards the hall and just as she reached the door, she heard a sound of high

heeled footsteps coming down the stairs.

Claudia was dressed in a high-fashion suede yellow hip dress. Her makeup was exquisite. Every step

she made was graceful. Her almond-shaped eyes just looked at Lyra.

She was not yet over thirty, and her skin was extremely tender, which made her look even more

younger than Lyra.

Lyra just glanced at her indifferently, then withdrew her gaze and headed upstairs.

Claudia frowned and was a little upset. Then she blocked Lyra's path.

"Our Miss Lloyd has not come back for so many years. You're more and more ignorant of the rules. You

don't even know how to greet me when you see me? After a few years in the orphanage, you're really

uncultivated."

Lyra was not angered by her, and the corners of her mouth were turned upward sarcastically.

"After living here for a long time, do you really think you are the hostess of this place? Are you

deserved to consider yourself as an elder? You want me to respect you but can you afford it?"

Claudia glared at her, gritting her teeth, "Why can't I afford it? I'm your rightful mother!"

Lyra tut-tutted. Her red lips were cold and proud.

"Just a mother who is five years older than me. Don't you feel disgusted with yourself?"

She leaned in close to Claudia's ear and whispered, "Cherish your present wealthy days. After all, the

Lloyd family will be inherited by me. And you'll be kicked out."

"You!"

Claudia was furious.

After so many years without seeing her, she was still as arrogant as ever and didn't respect her at all.

Claudia can't wait to slap her in the mouth!

But on second thought, Claudia was not angry.

She smiled triumphantly, "I have to congratulate you on something. Just last night, the old Mr. White

himself came here and you dad has agreed to his engagement proposal. You, again, are getting

married."

"What did you say?"

Lyra's face paled slightly, "Dad, he let me engage with someone ? How can he decide this on his own

without asking me!?"

Claudia raised her chin proudly, "You can go up and question him yourself."

Lyra grimaced, no longer bothering to retort Claudia. She walked quickly upstairs, heading to the study.

Claudia looked at her hurried back with pleasure.

She heard that the White family's eldest grandson's temper was tyrannical and cold. The old Mr. White

tried to force a few women into his bed. None of them was unscathed. All fainted with some injuries. It

was estimated that he had a fetish for abusing women.

And she also heard that he came back from the border battlefield wounded. His whole face was ruined,

which looked strangely ugly.

Claudia covered her mouth and snickered.

If Lyra, this little bitch really married such a man, it was relieved for her.

She was so happy that she danced and went to the kitchen to see if her nutrition was ready.

Lyra walked down the aisle, getting angrier and angrier as she thought about it. Then she pushed open

the door to the study.

Before she could say anything, she saw Reginald, who had white beard and was full of vicissitudes,

sitting in a wheelchair. He was so happy to see her that his eyes were flooded with tears.

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Lyra walked in with mixed feelings and slowly crouched down by his wheelchair.

"What happened to your leg? I remember before I left, you were clearly in good health."

Reginald smiled lightly, "Dad is old. It is normal to get sick. I just miss you every day. Since you came

back this time, you can live here and stay with me, OK?"

Lyra heartily stroked his leg and compromised, "Okay, I can live here, but I won't promise to stay here.

You know I don't like Claudia."

"She's your stepmother."

"She's not! I'll get mad if you say it again!"

"Fine, I won't mention it." Reginald looked at her dotingly. His broad but wrinkled hand was gently

stroking her face.

Reginald asked a bunch of questions about her diet, sleeping condition and whether she was bullied,

and so on.

The two talked in harmony.

In their conversation, Lyra suddenly remembered what Claudia had just said.

"Dad, that woman just said you helped me get engaged. Is that true?"

Since she knew, Reginald did not hide: "Yes, last night the old Mr. White personally asked it, so it was

decided. It is his grandson Malcolm. He is a very nice young man. Dad likes him ... "

Reginald blah blah blah then praised a lot. Lyra can not listen to a word.

The only word that came to her mind was "Malcolm", the eldest grandson of the White family.

Malcolm, Malcolm again!

Shit, who did she piss off lately?

Why did this man's name keep popping up?

It was just too annoying!