The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 219 Get drunk and reunite?

The Vincent family panicked at the same time.

"Reginald, I'm your brother. I've been following the rules for decades. I've only done wrong this once.

You can't be so cruel. You can't throw my family out!"

The three of them simultaneously fell at Reginald's feet and begged for mercy with tears in their eyes.

The one side was his own brother, and the other was his daughter. Reginald grimaced and looked at

Lyra.

"Baby, what do you think they should be punished?"

Lyra barely thought about it, "By the rules."

Joanna stood up and glared at her, "Lyra! You're so cruel! You're standing here unharmed. Why do you

have to be so cold-blooded to your relatives!"

Lyra's expression went cold almost instantly.

The reason she was now unharmed was because a man helped her with the pain.

They deserved more for hurting him!

When she looked at Joanna, her eyes were icily cold, "If I am the one caught murdering my relatives

today, will you let me go?"

Joanna and Caden looked at each other and replied in unison, "Of course."

Joanna added: "You're the youngest girl in the Lloyd family, so how could we really hurt you?"

"If that is true, you won't have made a big deal out of the injury on Vincent's face today. Don't you feel

sick yourself when you say these heartless words?"

Lyra was not interested in staying any longer and gave Reginald a discreet look, "It's up to my dad. I

have no problem with it."

She left the hall with this cold sentence.

The pleas for mercy were still ringing out behind her.

She went back to the room she had packed and dwelt on the bad mood for a long time.

The image of Melvin's bloodied burn on his back seemed to be close at hand.

She only hated, hated why these people were her relatives. She can not kill them so she let them live

miserably and atone their sins!

She let out a long breath.

The next thing she thought of was when she went to the White Manor today, she was talking nonsense

in front of Malcolm and blamed Melvin for a lot of things.

So she hurriedly put her palms together devoutly and made a pious confession, "Mel, don't blame me

for mentioning you today. I said all those things to disgust Malcolm, to force him to withdraw the

marriage."

"When I catch everyone in the Lloyd family who victimizes me, I'll go back to Frayton and never get

married or have children for the rest of my life, okay?"

By the time she finished her penance ritual, a servant had come to rush her twice.

She slowly went downstairs to the dining room. Her face was cold as she sat on the dining chair.

Just after picking up a spoon and preparing to take a sip of sweet soup, Claudia who was across the

table, looked unhappy.

"You deserve to be the most spoiled little princess in our family. The elders have to wait for you in the

dinner. Have you forgotten all your upbringing in the past few years?"

Reginald coughed, "keep your mouth shut."

Claudia grunted and rolled her eyes twice in a row.

Lyra was not spoiled either, snapping her spoon and throwing it back with a heavy thud.

"Claudia, how did you get into my father's bed before you married him? Have you forgotten so soon?

You don't deserve to talk nonsense in front of me."

"That's enough! Cut the crap and eat!" Reginald simply felt annoyed.

Lyra looked at him, "You just heard me. I came down to dinner. She provoked me first. If you can't get

her to shut that stinking mouth, I'm afraid I won't be able to live here."

She got up and was about to go upstairs.

Reginald softened his tone, "Don't be angry, baby! Let's eat first, okay? Daddy will try to take care of

these things, so don't think about living in another place!"

Lyra was a little hesitant when her dad said that.

But Claudia stared at Reginald with hatred and said, "What did you say? Lyra is getting spoiled by you!!

She's so lawless. And she's disgusting me with the past. Am I not wronged?"

Lyra really can't stand Claudia's bitchy style.

But she should not be the one who needed to leave.

She let Eleven and other bodyguards go into the dining room, and looked at Claudia, "Mrs. Lloyd feels

wronged. she probably can't eat. You guys help her go upstairs for rest."

"Lyra don't you dare!" Claudia slapped the table heavily.

"Why wouldn't I dare?"

Claudia met her stern gaze and, felt defeated and could only turn her head to Reginald and cry.

"Honey, say something. Are you just going to watch your daughter bully me like this? Who stays for

dinner? Me or her, you can only choose one!"

Reginald was in an awkward predicament.

Lyra looked at him and sighed. Seeing her dad's wrinkled face, she didn't feel good.

As a daughter, she didn't want to annoy her father, but it was really hard for her to live in harmony with

Claudia.

"Forget it. I don't want to eat."

She got up and straightened her dress. Then turned her head and left. However, she didn't go upstairs

but out towards the villa's door.

"Baby, it's late. Where are you going?"

Reginald shouted behind her. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

She left the villa without looking back, as if she couldn't hear it.

Reginald felt guilty when his baby girl was pissed off.

Claudia was beside with disbelief, "She's an adult. Nothing will happen to her, so don't spoil her. Just

have the dinner."

"You! I don't know what to say to you!"

Reginald was also angry and couldn't scold Claudia. There was really nothing appetite, so he didn't eat

much and went upstairs.

Claudia didn't care. She wasn't full yet.

And because it was Lyra's first day home, Reginald had ordered the chef to make ten extra fine dishes

tonight.

She was so proud to win Lyra that she took a bite of every dishes prepared for Lyra.

...

Tonight, Lyra's mood was so bad that she didn't want to go back to the Lloyd family to make things

difficult for Reginald.

So she took Fifteen and Seventeen with her and went to Peachpuff and drank alcohol.

Among the several bodyguards, only Eleven had been instructed by Keith, so he could persuade Lyra.

The two bodyguards were now guarding the door. They very worried that she would get drunk later.

The two were discussing whether to call Eleven and ask him to come over and talk them through it

when Garrett happened to pass by from the aisle.

He knew Seventeen, "Is Lyra in there?"

The two men looked at each other and did not answer.

Garrett did not feel embarrassed and quietly opened the door to take a look. Lyra was alone, drinking

spirit. Her face was red and she was already lying on the sofa drunken, but still drinking.

"It hurts her body to get drunk. I'll go in and persuade her."

The two did not have a better idea. Thinking that Garrett was at least a friend of their own lady, they did

not stop him in case he could persuade her.

Garrett opened the door and went in, sat down next to Lyra and gently advised, "Lyra, don't drink.

You're already drunk. I'll take you home, okay?"

Lyra's eyes were squinted and dazed. She felt dizzy. She was really drunk.

"Mel, I miss you. Don't leave. Will you come back?"

Her voice was so small that Garrett was close enough to hear her murmuring.

Mel?

Was she calling Melvin?

Garrett pushed down his upset feeling and coaxed, "Lyra, I'm not leaving you. I'm not going anywhere."

Lyra didn't respond again and completely collapsed on the couch, falling asleep.

Garrett asked Seventeen, only to learn that she was in a bad mood tonight and did not want to return to

Lloyd's Parlor, so he simply let Fifteen and Seventeen swipe his card and went to a hotel to help Lyra

get a room.

After the Fifteen and Seventeen left, he helped Lyra out of the private room alone.

Before taking two steps, an extremely fast figure suddenly flashed to the front.

By the time he reacted, the woman held by him had been transferred to the arms of a man opposite.

The man was wearing a mask of silver gray ghostly face. Although he can not see the face, the man's

black eyes were clearly visible in the fury, surrounded by extremely tyrannical aura.

Looking at the mask alone, Garrett knew the man's name and greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Malcolm, what a coincidence! You're here to entertain too?"

Malcolm ignored him and carefully cradled the drunken Lyra in his arms.

After observing her state, Malcolm's eyes became even more hostile, "She usually can drink a lot. How

could she be so drunk? What did you do to her!?"