The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 23 A Devil or An Imp?

There must be more to her history than that.

As Melvin was lost in his thoughts, Fred had taken a taxi to the scene. Seeing the fainted men

scattered here and there on the ground, he heaved a long sigh of relief.

The boss was really tough!

Melvin glanced at him, "Just in time, pack up all these people and bring them back. Find out who is

behind it."

"Copy that." Fred nodded.

"Also, send someone to investigate Lyra's background. I want details."

"Yes, boss."

...

It was late when Lyra returned to the villa.

Keith was sitting on the couch waiting for her.

She told him what had happened tonight in details. Keith was angry and immediately sent someone to

investigate it as well.

On the way back, Lyra had thought the matter over. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

In addition to the person of the Lloyd family who tried to harm her, she did not have a feud with others.

But if that person had known her whereabouts, it wouldn't have been as simple as a few gangsters

coming to assault her and make a video about it.

Therefore, this was more like the Freeman's way of doing things, and she didn't believe Melvin was

gonna be impartial when he found out the truth, so Keith's people had to investigate the matter as well.

Lyra went upstairs, took a shower and got to bed.

Early in the next morning.

She arrived at the office on time. Having just finished familiarizing herself with the materials yesterday,

today she was already able to work on the arrangements for artists' activities.

Stacy was surprised at how quickly she managed to pick up her job and didn't dare to make things

difficult for her anymore.

After a peaceful morning, Lyra stretched herself and was in an exceptionally relaxed mood.

However, just after lunch, her office door was slammed open.

Stacy rushed in with irritation on her face.

Lyra frowned, "Miss Kim, don't you know to knock first before you come in?"

Instead of answering her, Stacy slammed the iPad in front of her, "Look at what you've done!"

Lyra took the iPad and saw a picture of her artist Cody Carver having a fit on the set. Fortunately, his

manager stopped the picture from spreading; otherwise, Cody would have been accused of putting on

airs.

Lyra was speechless. She only rejected his application for a one day's leave, because he wanted to go

out for fun instead of get his job done. And he made such a big scene?

"He is a popular idol. Just one day off, but you reject it! Now you've offended our young Satan here. I'm

not cleaning up this mess for you!"

Stacy grunted with her arms crossed.

Lyra closed the iPad, grabbed her car keys and headed out.

Stacy caught up with her and asked, "Where are you going?"

"To the film set."

At the word, Stacy hurried to follow.

Cody Carver was notorious for his awful temper, and he had got like a million tricks to torture people.

Stacy couldn't wait to see Lyra's face when she got crushed by Cody.

By then, she would bring this matter to the meeting. See how many days Lyra could sit in at position!

Cody's TV series was financed by the Angle Group and had just started shooting a few days ago. The

crew was filming in Kellywood and Lyra flew over there in half an hour with Stacy.

Once they arrived at the set, the two heard a loud bang from afar, the sound of falling chairs.

As they approached, a handsome eighteen-year-old was having a fit of rage.

The agent and the assistant were too frightened to say anything, and other staff members of the crew

were also hiding away.

Only the cleaning lady saw him making a mess and stepped forward to stop it.

"You kid! Look what you've done! Even though your family is rich, you shouldn't be so wasteful!"

The angry teenager did not listen to advice, but picked up the vase next to him, ready to smash it. "Yes,

my family is rich! I can pay for everything I break. It's not your turn to talk!"

"Don't break this!"

The director hid far away, and he could only oppose verbally, his heart aching.

The vase was a priceless antique, which he borrowed from the museum for the authenticity of the

show. If the vase was broken, it would be more than the matter of money!

The crowd was in shock as Cody's hand was raised high in the air.

Cody grunted coldly, and before he could throw the vase to the ground, his arm was clutched.

He turned around in surprise, and saw Lyra's keen eyes staring at him coldly.

"Put it down and apologize!"

Cody laughed at that, "Who are you? How dare you ask me to apologize?"

Stacy hurriedly explained with a smile, "Mr. Carver, this is Miss Lyra Carroll, the director of agent

department who was just appointed yesterday. She is the one who rejected your leave of absence this

time. I had advised her, but she said you were negligent of duties."

Cody listened, the veins on his forehead popping, and he glared at Lyra menacingly.

"So you're the one who started it all! I had been filming for two days in a row. What's wrong with taking

a day off? It's only your second day of work and you dared reject my request!"

Seeing Cody's anger was completely drawn to Lyra, Stacy was snickering in her heart, quietly back

away from the scene to watch.

Lyra didn't bother to talk to this kid, "I'll ask you one last time. Do you want to apologize?"

Cody was furious, "I don't hit women, but this time you asked for it!"

The crowd had already foreseen the tragic state of Lyra a minute later, so they lowered their heads as

they couldn't bear to look at it.

However, the beating was over quickly before it could be heard.

Instead of waiting for Lyra's screams, the crowd heard Cody's heart-rending shout.

"Ouch ouch ouch! Let go of me! My arm is going to dislocate!"

The crowd looked over in amazement to find Cody face down on the ground, his hands held behind his

back by Lyra, lying there in a weird butt-pouting/kneeling position, his buttocks being stepped on by

Lyra's high heels.

The picture of him wailing and grimacing was unspeakably comical.

Looking at a cold-faced Lyra on the contrary, the crowd shouted, "Well done!

Even the agent and assistant aside were impressed by Lyra, forgetting to go forward to stop her for the

moment.

Surrounded by people watching his ridiculous look now, Cody wanted to dig a hole on the ground and

hide away. His hatred for Lyra grew even stronger.

"Do you know who I am? How dare you hit me! You're dead!"

Stacy, who was terrified, stepped forward to stop Lyra, "Let go! This is the young master of the Carver

family! How dare you hit him!"

The Carver family was barely a distant relative to the Lloyd family, but among Suham's large families,

they were next to nobody, and they only dared to be arrogant in Frayton.

Not only did Lyra not let go, she kicked Cody's ass even harder.

Cody burst into wailing.

When Stacy saw that Lyra didn't take her words seriously, she stomped her feet, but a gloating smile

was hanging on her face. "Miss Carroll, you're screwed! Don't blame me for not warning you!"

Lyra ignored her, looking down at Cody at her feet.

"Brat, will you surrender or not? It's only been a few years since we met last time, and you dare defy

me now?"

Cody heard her tone, and suddenly felt a little familiar. He struggled to turned his face from the ground

to look closely at her face.

His expression suddenly changed from wincing to being surprised.

"Are you... Lyra?"

Lyra snorted, "Finally?"

Cody nodded his head desperately, "Lyra, I was wrong. If I had known it was you, I wouldn't have been

so reckless! Please let me go! It hurts!"

Lyra let go of her hand at this point.

Cody got up from the floor, patted off the dust on his face. He smiled ingratiatingly, inviting Lyra to sit in

the chair, with one hand covering his butt.

The crowd was all flabbergasted when they saw this sudden plot twist.

What the hell?

Where was the wrath? Where was the death?

This smiling and bowing teenager was really the little devil Cody Carver?