The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 27 Settle the Account

Fred didn't say anything, but the implication in his eyes was unmistakable.

If it were not for the special circumstances, he would never have suspected Charlotte. But that day he

had just spoken to Charlotte about his boss's visit to Lyra at the Angle Group underground parking, and

later that night Lyra was sieged on the road.

It was just too coincidental.

It's hard to say that Charlotte didn't have anything to do with it.

Charlotte looked hurt and said painfully, "Fred, I always considered you as my best friend, but I never

thought you would suspect me? How could I have sent someone to harm Lyra? I didn't even know

which route she would drive."

Fred was instantly convinced by her.

"I believe you are a kind person and you surely haven't done this, but did you tell anyone else about

it?"

Charlotte paused. Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Since Fred already suspected her, if she didn't give him some useful information, he would probably go

check her recent calls. By then, the image she worked so hard to build in front of him would be gone.

When things come to a head, she had no choice but to sacrifice others.

She pretended to ponder over it for a while and suddenly think of something, "I was so sad that day.

Sheila called to ask about me and I told her..."

She paused and quickly waved her hands, "No, no way! Sheila won't do such a thing either. I trust her."

Fred sighed rather gratefully, "Miss Matthews, you are a good girl, but others might not be as innocent

and kind as you are."

He comforted her with a few more words and then left the hotel in a flash. He sent someone to the

Freeman Manor for in-depth investigation, and then arranged someone else to quietly erase the

associations between this matter and Charlotte.

Only when he was gone did Charlotte stomp her feet in anger.

She was wondering why no one came back to report last night, so it turned out that Melvin had saved

that bitch!

Now she could only give Sheila out to protect herself. And when Melvin knew about it, he would

definitely enhance his guard against the Freeman Manor, so Sheila Freeman, this pawn, would not be

available for the time being!

It had racked her brain to get someone like Sheila to befriend her.

But she just could not spare that bitch Lyra so easily!

She clenched her fist, her nails embedded in her palm, and the savageness and malice in her eyes

were undisguised.

...

Lyra went back to Keith's villa and got the details from Keith.

It was Fiona who hired the gangsters, and Sheila who encouraged her to do so.

After reading the evidence, Lyra looked unimpressed.

She had already guessed that this matter had everything to do with the Freeman family, but...

"Did Charlotte really have nothing to do with what happened last night?"

Keith mused, "I'll send someone over to Charlotte's side to double-check."

"Good."

Keith asked again, "But now that you know who it is, what are you going to do about it?"

The corners of Lyra's mouth curved up; she already had something in mind.

"Keith, lend me some strong bodyguards."

Keith was charmed by her fox-like cunning look and tapped on her nose affectionately, "When my little

princess wants someone, surely I won't dare reject her. You can have as much as you want."

Lyra smiled kittenishly, her voice soft and sweet, "I know you're the best in the world."

In the evening, the Freeman Manor.

Fiona was sitting on a lounge chair in the garden leisurely, letting the beautician giving her a facial spa

treatment.

A loud bang, however, suddenly came from the big iron gate.

Fiona was so startled that she sat up straight and her wrinkles didn't disappear with the spa, but more

were scared out of her skin.

She turned her head to see a globally limited-edition Rolls-Royce directly smashed her iron gate and

rushed towards the garden without even slowing down.

The surrounding servants were frightened to hell, and Fiona was also dumbfounded.

Immediately afterwards, the Rolls-Royce was seen whisking relentlessly through the best blooming

field of roses in the garden.

Finally, the Rolls-Royce turned around with a handsome drift and stopped steadily by the gate.

One second the roses were all flourishing in the garden, and the next, they had been crushed into the

dirt.

Fiona almost passed out from this horror.

Those were her favorite flowers!

No matter how powerful the person in the car was, she would sue the other party till he or she went

bankruptcy!

Fiona charged aggressively towards the Rolls Royce, only to see the door open and a pair of high

heels land first.

Followed was the a gorgeous face like those girls in the magazines, and her gracefulness, how

phenomenal!

Fiona froze on the spot The woman looked familiar, but she couldn't remember who it was.

Until Sheila heard the commotion and came down, growling, "Lyra Carroll, you bitch! How dare you

appear in front of me. I'll tear you apart!"

Fiona stopped her daughter and looked incredulously at Lyra, who had her arms crossed and seemed

like a proud princess.

It had only been a few days. Why did this little bitch seem like a completely different person?

How come she didn't find her so beautiful before?

Lyra stared at Fiona with amusement and sarcasm in her eyes, "What? Can't recognize me already?"

Now that she knew that Lyra was the one who damaged her rose field, Fiona got more arrogant and

lifted her haughty chin.

"Don't think you can ride on my head just because you had found a rich man to support you! You've

ruined my garden, and I want you to compensate me a thousand times over!"

Lyra asked absently, "And then what?"

Fiona looked at her daughter behind her and snorted. "Last time you had bullied Sheila, and now you

brought yourself to our door. I want you to kneel down and kowtow to Sheila and admit your mistakes,

and pay back all that you've owed to her!" said she while gesturing to the maids on either side.

Several maids understood what she meant and started to approach towards Lyra.

Lyra leaned against the car door, fiddling with her nails, and spoke lightly, "Okay, I've got it all

memorized. I'll let you all have a taste of it. After all, I'm here today to settle the account."

Settle the account?

What did they owe her?

In confusion, Fiona saw Lyra clap her hands and ten sturdy, black-clad bodyguards suddenly appeared

and stood behind her orderly.

It was intimidating enough, which scared back the few servants who just went up to Lyra.

Fiona was flustered and asked, "What do you want?"

"As I said, settle the account."

Lyra's gaze grew colder and she commanded her bodyguards behind her, "Don't touch anything in the

old Mr. Freeman's room and study on the third floor as well as in the hall on the first floor. As for the

other rooms, smash everything that's valuable. Everything, remember "

"Don't you dare!"

Sheila and Fiona yelled almost simultaneously.

Fiona's eyes were red with hatred and her face was as livid as the concrete. "Trespassing is against

the law! If you break any one of my bowls, I'll call the police immediately! I'll put you behind bars!"

Lyra narrowed her eyes and smiled as she unhurriedly took out a copy of the evidence from her bag.

"Yeah, I'd like to see if the police will arrest you guys or me."