The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 211

Sheila looked at her in shock, then at the ruler, and subconsciously stepped back.

"You bitch! You are clearly trying to use this opportunity to screw me! You don't really want to return the Freeman Manor and the group to us at all. I disagree! I'm determined to disagree! You don't even think about it."

Lyra had a cold face and took the ruler into her hand to play with it, "You were the one who just said you would obey unconditionally, but now it's not up to you."

Just as she finished speaking, Eleven and Twelve quickly stepped forward and pressed on Sheila's shoulders.

"What do you want!?"

Sheila's eyes were gradually tinged with fear, and she said with a strained neck, "You want to scare me, don't you? You think I'm afraid of you!? I won't give in to you. You bitch, even if I die!"

Lyra took hold of the ruler and approached her, "You're happy to call me bitch, aren't you? You don't have the quality of a rich girl, so I'll show you the way today!"

"What are you doing!? You want to hit me? Bitch! Don't you dare touch me!"

Lyra sneered and shook her head.

She was really stupid and can not distinguish the situation. Now continuing to scold would only irritate her.

But it was good. She could teach her a lesson now.

"How many swear words have you uttered since you entered the room?"

Sheila was confused by the question.

She cursed in passing, and who knew how much she said.

Eleven counted, "Miss, there are five dirty words."

Lyra tapped the ruler in her hand, "A word for two times of hitting. I won't beat you more today. Just ten times on you palm."

"No! Who are you?! I've been spoiled since I was a kid. My mom and dad couldn't even touch a finger on me! You are just nothing!"

She was so scared that she couldn't imagine how much it would hurt for that ruler to hit her hand, struggling frantically and screaming non-stop.

"Mom, help me! She's going to beat me to death! Mommy!"

Fiona was also heartbroken, but in order to really change her daughter's spoiled and domineering virtue, she had to be ruthless and turned her face away, ignoring Sheila's pleas for help.

Sheila watched as her wrists were forcibly held down by the bodyguards. Her arms were unable to be dragged back, and Lyra caught her fingertips, exposing her palms helplessly.

She wanted to continue to curse, but was condemned by Lyra, "This time is only ten strokes. If you always can't control your mouth, and still dare to curse, then next time I will use the ruler to slap your mouth. Do you want to try one more curse?"

Lyra was pissed off and was capable of anything.

If she was really slapped by the ruler, her face would be ruined!

Sheila was terrified and swallowed in fear, biting her lips tightly and not daring to talk nonsense.

Seeing that she was obedient a little bit, Lyra wasn't unambiguous and hit her palm.

"Ah! It hurts! Don't ! Mom, help me! She's going to beat me to death!"

Sheila shivered with pain. And her tears soared out of her eyes and she let out a pleasant scream.

In the first time, Lyra did it with all her strength. Coupled with her martial arts background, Sheila's fair palm quickly turned red and swollen

Lyra's expression was cold as she continued for four consecutive strokes.

Sheila howled so loudly that she cried, and her arms were shaking with pain.

The palm of the left hand had only been hit for five times. And the original tender palm became purple and swollen.

Fiona listened to the sound of the ruler whistling, also cried and resisted the urge to go up to stop. Finally she simply sat in the sofa to play deaf.

Lyra struck hard, giving her five strokes with her left hand and then catching her right hand and giving it another five strokes.

The nightly bedtime ritual was also to swear Lyra!

Lyra looked at her expression and understood. Then she called all the servants in, "From today onwards, everyone can supervise Sheila. As long as she speaks dirty words, there is a prize for reporting. One thousand at a time."

The servants' eyes lit up.

Sheila felt miserable. From that day on, she was followed by someone quietly no matter what she did, and even during the lesson with the etiquette teacher, there were many servants who came to observe her quietly.

At first, Sheila was so angry that she couldn't resist scolding the servants for a few times, and many of them were happy to get bonuses.

And Lyra followed the rule and hit her palms.

Sheila's palms were swollen, and for half a month she couldn't remember what originally color her palms had been.

When eating, she can't even hold a spoon. Fiona was still concerned about her daughter and fed her twice secretively, but Lyra knew it and stopped it seriously.

This behavior should never be indulged.

Sheila, although being aggrieved and resentful in her heart, was completely scared by Lyra and would think more in her head before she said something.

As the days passed, the time she was beaten became less and less.

4th December.

Frayton received its first heavy snowfall in the winter, blanketing the entire city in a hazy layer of snowy white.

Lyra wrapped in a sable coat, with a dark black lace dress, which was exquisite and luxurious, but also solemn.

She picked some very nice red plum blossom and made a trip to the cemetery to visit Melvin.

Melvin's tombstone was covered with snow, and Lyra patiently helped him to clear the snow away and spoke to him with gentle eyes.

"Mel, I didn't expect the first snow in Frayton is the day after you were buried for a month. But it's really cold these two days. I don't know if you will be cold over there."