The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 134

"You ..."

And they just betrayed him?

Wesley was quite depressed.

But it was really none of Christine and Nichole's business, and he can understand their refusal to accompany him on drinking the drug.

But ...

If he chose three bottles a day, would he still be alive in case he was unlucky enough to pick three bottles of drug?

If he picked the philter and laxative at the same time, wouldn't he be tortured to death by his penis and asshole?!

No way! He had to take someone with him even if he died!

He gritted his teeth and looked at Melvin: "Son of a bitch. You're helping others to screw your own uncle! If I get convicted, you mother should get it too! If I'm going to be tortured by this, she's not going to be any better!"

Melvin's cold face remained unchanged, "She has made a mistake. Of course she should be punished. I will not be partial. Besides, the punishment Lyra gave her, I have already suffered for her."

That drug almost made him walk into the jaws of death.

He estimated that he will never forget the heart-breaking feeling in the rest of his life.

What he said first indicated his own righteousness and then his mother's guilt, which left Wesley no loophole to exploit.

Wesley was very reluctant. But he looked at the four bodyguards that Lyra brought, all of them were not easy to get along with. And they outnumbered his family.

Wesley softened his tone, "Former niece-in-law, oh no Ms. Carroll, can you give me a discount? You see, I'm too old to stand up to this."

Lyra smiled and arched her eyebrows, "Since you mention it, of course."

Before Wesley became happy about that, she continued, "But to exchange your shares of the Freeman group. With 1%, you can drink one bottle"

That meant that if he surrendered all shares, he didn't have to drink at all.

Christine and Nichole both thought this was a good idea.

"Honey, now the Freeman group's stock has fallen. The shares are not worth much money, or use it to replace the drug. You can also feel better."

Wesley rejected her, "Shortsighted view!"

Lyra, this bitch, clearly came for his shares today!

That was his family's income and the last thing left by the old Freeman to him. He could not easily hand over to an outsider.

"How's that going?" Lyra compressed her lips.

"Impossible! I can't give the shares to you. Absolutely not! Not in the next life!"

He looked at the black and gold box that was opened on the table, took a deep breath and picked three bottles as if he were dying. Then he directly opened the cans and swallowed the water. He didn't even taste it but immediately squatted on the floor after drinking and retching.

Christine and Nichole rushed over to help him. His wrinkled face was pale with fear, "Quick! Go call the doctor. In case I have a quick attack later, it will be too late!"

A few bodyguards looked at him. Although he was a sophisticate, he was frightened like this, which made them burst out laughter.

At that time, Melvin didn't even hesitate when he drank it, knowing that it was drug.

Although they were all from the Freeman family, Melvin' haughtiness was not at all comparable.

Lyra: "From now on Fifteen and Seventeen will come to keep an eye on you every day to drink three bottles of water. Only when all of them are finished, it will be valid."

After she finished, she left Weson Mansion without looking back.

Melvin immediately followed her.

After dealing with Wesley, it was almost time to go to work.

Lyra put her index finger on her red lips and made a silent gesture, not wanting to hear him continue with these mealy-mouthed things.

Melvin had the sense to shut up.

Lyra asked, "If you handle this project, what will you need me to provide you with?"

"Delegate power."

Lyra laughed, "You still refuse to admit you have a scheme. Melvin, your acting is really well. You can be an actor. Angle Group will sign a contract with you."

She gave him a cold look, opened the door and prepared to get out of the car.

Melvin hurriedly grabbed her wrist, knelt down on both knees in front of her and explained, "I don't mean to take back the Freeman group, but to make that group of people believe me. If you don't feel at ease, you can send Fifteen and Seventeen to keep an eye on me. I will not make petty moves. "

There was an unprecedented sincerity in his dark eyes, even with a hint of imperceptible vulnerability.

Lyra looked at her phone and Kellie was still sending her messages.

She pondered for a moment, "Okay, I believe you this time. From appeasement to the basic completion of the construction, I give you a month. If you can not complete or dare to make petty moves ..."

Melvin nodded, "If it's not finished, you can have my life."

Was this a bet on life?

"That's what you said, but there's one more thing. You can't delay the housework at the villa just because you're dealing with work. The villa still has to be spotless and you must prepare meals before I go back every day. Can you do that?"

There were only twenty-four hours in a day, excluding eating and sleeping. Basically he only had half of the time left.

It was difficult to accomplish both in the limited time he had.

But Melvin hardly gave it a second thought. His dark eyes fixed on her and he smiled dotingly, "Good, a man can't say no!"