The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 115

Melvin's expression remained very calm and indifferent as he said, "I don't like to talk when I'm addressing my need."

Eleven and Seventeen were dumbfound!!!

He should not be in ...

Only fifteen minutes only, he went to the toilet while ... masturbating?

The time was a bit short ...

The two men unconsciously moved their eyes down from his face.

With their shocked expressions, Melvin's face darkened. He was talking about using the toilet!

But anyway, it was misunderstood. He could not explain, and finally walked gracefully to the sink to wash his hands.

The two men watched him go and wash his hands.

Well, okay, they could understand him as men.

Why did men have to make it difficult for men?

Eleven and Seventeen totally believed his bullshit.

After exiting the Freeman Manor, they stuffed Melvin back into the car and headed back to Seaside Villa.

To the villa, before Eleven and Seventeen concealed themselves in the dark, they notified him in advance, "Mr. Freeman, it is estimated that there are four hours left Miss Carroll returns. Although we went out for a few hours today, you should do the same chores before Miss Carroll arrives home. "

"I know."

Melvin was expressionless and pushed the door into the villa after he finished.

...

Lyra was an hour late and finally got off work.

Because it was squandered by Fiona and Ashley for some time, there were many pits in the Freeman group still remaining to be fixed, and the stock market was far less good than before.

Lyra can only make more effort to try to bring the Freeman group back to its original height as soon as possible, so that she can go to the Harrington Group to collect its debt as soon as possible.

Back at Seaside Villa, she didn't rush in, but called out Eleven and Seventeen who were hiding in the shadows.

"Miss." The two men shouted respectfully and began to report, "Mr. Freeman did not act in any unusual way today."

Lyra didn't believe it, "He was so well behaved? Are you sure you haven't let him out of sight?"

The two men spoke in unison, "Yes."

"What did he say when he saw Fiona and Sheila. Tell me word for word."

The two men looked at each other and began to report.

Lyra listened to this with little expression on her face, "Okay, I get it. You guys can withdraw."

After knowing of the general situation, she walked through the front garden and pushed the door into the living room.

The living room was bright, with the faint smell of meal.

Melvin, who was in the kitchen, heard the commotion and came out. He took her slippers out of the shoe cabinet and put them in front of her heels in a disciplined manner.

"It's been a hard day."

Lyra stood quietly in the doorway observing him, although he said it with a somewhat forced tone and a cold expression, as if she owed him millions of dollars.

But at least, what was ordered was done, and Lyra was too tired after a busy day of work to bother continuing being picky.

After a "hmm", she turned her head and headed upstairs.

Melvin said, "The food is ready. Please have it first before you go up."

Lyra turned her head to look at the meal on the dining table, suddenly remembering how he sneered when she waited all night for him to come home for dinner, and her face grew cold.

"You can eat it. I've already eaten."

She was about to leave again when Melvin stepped forward to stop her with an odd expression, "Already eaten? Whom did you eat with, Keith or Cody?"

Thinking of the man during the day, Melvin grimaced, "It was Garrett, wasn't it? You talked about work and went to dinner alone?"

Lyra wrinkled her brow.

This tone of voice, this expression ...

Why was he like a wife who scolded the husband who came home late?

"Melvin, you know your position. You're just my servant now. You're not qualified to ask me who I'm having dinner with."

She finished and walked around him to go upstairs.

"Okay ..."

Melvin got up from the floor sharply and went downstairs to get the medical kit.

While leaving the room, he recognized one thing.

A well-trained, good spy should have noticed when he entered the room, and Lyra, although she reacted in time, was not quick enough.

In fact, he was just testing tonight. If she reacted quickly enough and killed him, he would immediately send a code to notify Chad who ambushed outside then.

If there was not the slightest reaction, his knife would have stopped before it pierced her skin.

But this stupid woman ...

Alas.

He sighed. It looked like she could not be a spy, so this series of revenge on the Freeman family should be a coincidence.

The guilt in Melvin's heart deepened, and he put his hand to his lips to make a retreating bird call cue, then quickened his pace up the stairs.

The room.

Lyra's eyes were cold when she saw him re-enter.

She waited for the person to come to her heels before she spoke grimly.

"Kneel down!"

Melvin froze for a couple of seconds. There was resistance all over his face.

He did feel guilty in his heart, but that didn't mean he can let her trample his dignity into the ground!

"Man, neither poverty nor humbleness can make him swerve from principle. I'll not kneel ..."

"Fine, you're not kneeling down, are you? Seems like you like being surrounded by people, so I'll just have to have my bodyguard come in and give you a hand." Lyra didn't have the patience to hear him and made a move to press the bedside alarm.

She just finished her words and there was "poof",a muffled sound.

It was the sound of kneeling down the floor.

Melvin said righteously, "But I can be swerved from principle."