The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 63 She is definitely not an ordinary person

Melvin didn't say anything but looked at her lividly.

"Melvin, listen to me ..." Charlotte explained hurriedly, "Don't overthink. I was just chatting with my

friend. And it's normal."

Her sweat seeped out of her forehead as she wondered how much of her conversation with Irene he

had actually heard and simply kept playing dumb.

"What are you planning to do?"

Melvin ignored her explanation and looked ruthless.

From his look and cold tone, did he hear it all?

Charlotte's right hand subconsciously clenched the corner of the quilt.

"No, I just chatted with my friend casually. You don't believe me?"

Melvin didn't pay attention to her pitiful expression, and his sharp eyes seemed to pierce her like a

knife, "You should know clearly that even if you don't say anything, I can still send someone to

investigate. But at that time, you won't have a chance." Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

He rubbed his wristwatch. From his expression, no one could tell whether he was angry or not, but it

made Charlotte more alarmed instead.

She bit her lower lip. Knowing that this conspiracy could not hide from his questioning, her eyes

became moist all of a sudden and she began to sob.

"Melvin! I just can't take it! Lyra has divorced with you, but you're still so attached to her! I've never

even been to the villa in the bay, let alone lived there! But you transfer it on to her."

"At Matthews Group's party, she humiliated me, and even had someone beat me up this time. I almost

lost my innocence!"

"Melvin! I hate her. I really do! I just want to teach her a little lesson. What's wrong with that?"

She jumped into Melvin's arms and pretended to be poor, but he frowned and held her upright.

"I'm asking you one last time. Where is Lyra?"

He frowned and his tone indicated his determination that would not allow resistance.

"Melvin, I've been with you for many years. Am I no better than that woman who is no longer related to

you at all?"

Charlotte sobbed, "I'm your fiancee! Why are you so cruel? She caused me to be in the hospital

suffering pain. You can bear to see me suffer this kind of grievance?"

Melvin stood up with a cold face, and a trace of unnoticeable fatigue flashed in his dark eyes.

"I remember you wasn't like this before. You disappoint me too much."

He strode out of the ward, leaving Charlotte who was crying on the bed.

The corridor was extraordinarily quiet, with a few nurses passing by occasionally, but they lightened

their steps and walked quickly by.

Melvin walked to the corner where no one was, took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Jay, find out Lyra's location and send it to me in ten minutes. Be quick."

...

Lyra drove out of the city and took a shortcut to the hill.

She deliberately picked a small road without surveillance and traffic lights and sped as fast as she

could.

With the windows open, the wind whistled past her ears, giving people an overwhelming sense of joy

and excitement.

Unfortunately, this was not a field trip. She had an important thing to do, and was not in the mood to

feel the beautiful scenery of the countryside.

She stepped on the gas pedal and the engine roared out with a bang.

The phone rang. Lyra glanced at the screen, and sharply pressed the blue-tooth headset to answer.

"I think you're almost here. Let me remind you. Turn right after you get out of the tunnel. I'll wait for you

at a deserted cabin halfway up the hill." The kidnapper deliberately lowered his voice and said.

Lyra glanced at the navigation and made a right turn.

A vehicle with fake plate was parked at the foot of the hill. Lyra carefully compared it with the picture

Darkbell sent her and confirmed that this was the car the kidnappers took Melissa away.

Lyra hid Magotan behind a thicket and climbed up the hill alone.

The cabin was hidden deep in the woods. From a distance, it looked very dilapidated and was rather a

shed to be exact.

She walked over quickly and pushed open the door of the cabin.

"You're quick."

The head of the kidnappers wore a heavy black mask and she could not see the expression on his

face.

Melissa fell at his feet. She was bruised and battered, and had passed out.

She looked at the injuries on Melissa's body, and a cold and stern look flash in her eyes.

"Let her go first, and then we'll talk."

She looked around the room, took a chair and sat down, looking at him nonchalantly.

Enraged by her behavior, the kidnapper pulled up the unconscious Melissa and put a knife to her neck.

"How dare you negotiate with me to save her? Do you believe I will kill her now?"

"You won't dare."

Lyra looked at him straight in the eye without fear, making him to panic for no reason.

Clearly, she looked like a weak woman, but actually was calm as if there were a hundred or so people

behind her.

The head of the kidnappers looked astonished a little bit.

Meanwhile, Irene and her personal bodyguard, Peter Sanford, were hiding in the woods outside the

cabin, watching the house through binoculars.

The kidnapper's hat had a wire she had prepared in advance, and she could hear all their

conversations.

"That's how you save her? You're dreaming."

Irene rolled her eyes contemptuously and instructed through a miniature blue-tooth headset, "You can't

agree! Who knows what kind of tricks she's trying to play? Take your time and resolutely do not let

anyone leave."

The kidnapper who received the instruction smiled and looked at Lyra.

"Chick, I really can't bear to refuse you, but sorry, I can't let go of her."

The kidnapper looked at her with gradually unkind intent, "Why don't you say a few nice words to make

me happy? I might consider it."

He looked at Lyra's hot body, which could not be hidden by her sportswear, and his lustful eyes looked

at her up and down with reckless abandon.

Lyra was stared straight by him and knew she couldn't talk too much to him, so she flew straight up and

kicked him.

"Then let's see if you have the ability to beat me."

The kidnapper hurriedly extended his right arm to block her kick, and Lyra's fist was right in front of him

again.

He was completely enraged and let out an angry cry.

"How dare you hit me! Bros! No need to hide. All come out to get her!"

The moment when he finished his words, the already dilapidated door of the cabin was roughly pushed

open.

Four men with black masks broke through the door and rushed toward her with their fists in the air.

"Just in time. It's been a long time since I've not exercised!"

Lyra rushed forward with great speed and completed a series of sharp kicks in the air.

In less than five minutes, all five strong men fell to the ground.

Irene, who had been proudly holding the binoculars, dropped her jaw in shock after seeing the

disastrous end of the five men.

"How did this ... happen? How can she beat five men by herself! Did you lose on purpose?"

"Miss, she is definitely not an ordinary person."

Peter's face was grave, "The fighting techniques she uses are very similar to the original jiu-jitsu moves

created by the world-renowned Master Kawa Sakuragi. It looks like they are improved and innovated to

form a more suitable fighting method for herself."

He paused and continued, "Master Sakuragi has eccentric character. Only has one apprentice in her

life. I heard it's a man. But look at her, she is likely to be Sakuragi's apprentice. The rumor may not be

true."

Being undeterred, Irene asked, "If you do it yourself, will you be able to beat her?"