The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

"At Keith's villa?"

Irene sat up from her bed in shock as she felt wide awake.

"Get your story straight. How does Abigail get involved with him?"

"Have you forgotten? Since Lyra and Melvin divorced, she and Keith have been very close. Although Melvin transferred Seaside Villa to her, she doesn't live there, and we haven't been able to find out where she lives."

"What do you mean by that?" Irene frowned.

"Isn't obvious enough what I mean?" Charlotte rolled her eyes, "It means she's most likely living with Keith! There's no sign of Abigail in the whole Frayton, so it's likely Lyra is hiding her in Keith's villa!"

After thinking about it, Irene felt that Charlotte had a point and immediately sent someone to check it out.

Hanging up the phone, Charlotte tossed it aside in annoyance and leaned back against the bed to wait for her message.

Abigail did not die, but became a vegetable. The fact had been like a thorn in her heart.

No matter how proud she was in front of people, Abigail's presence always reminded her of her identity as an illegitimate daughter.

After becoming the heiress to the Matthews Group, she had been looking for an opportunity to fix Abigail, but Katelyn had been watching too closely and never left the ward.

She couldn't find a right time to do it.

But as long as Abigail was still alive in this world, her position as the heiress of the Matthews Group will not be secure.

She will inevitably be compared with Abigail by the outside world.

This time, Abigail's disappearance was a great opportunity, and she must take advantage of it to get rid of the two most obstructive people!

The sky was gradually bright, and the early morning sunlight was spilling over every corner, gently waking up the city.

Charlotte looked out the window at the increasingly bright sky and grew more and more anxious.

The phone rang. She took the phone as soon as she could, quickly unlocked the phone and connected, "How is it? Any news?"

Abigail must be at Keith's villa, the people sent there said that the villa bodyguards have nearly tripled in number.

the Frazier Group are powerful and influential,

Charlotte was deflated.

was now at a loss for words and had no idea what to

my own arrangement. Don't need you

Charlotte could answer, Irene hung up the phone and threw it

had been cold, but he pampered Lyra who suddenly

both be at his house made

about it, the angrier she got. She decided to go to Keith's villa and found out herself

Hurry up

woke up Peter, who was still asleep, with a phone call.

arrangements for me immediately. If you

that he was only a bodyguard and should let her assistant do these things, but finally he answered

...

from the neighbor

Melvin's detection, he turned back to his apartment and decided to

into the garage, opened the door gently, and before he could close it tightly, he saw a figure

head, he found

smoke,

other and Fred was flustered, trying his best to

his assistant, Fred's residence was also under his personal arrangements, so Melvin knew very clearly the

I

so why make a trip yourself. It's still early. You haven't had breakfast yet, have you? Do you want me to prepare

"Where have you been?"

questions he asked. The cigarette in his long fingers was extinguished in the ashtray. His icy eyes were

pretended to be relaxed and replied, "I don't think I should always stay at the office. I want to exercise more, but usually I don't have

"Is that so?"

long leg stretched out and folded over the other. His fingers resting on the back of the sofa tapped deliberately

alone, Fred felt

"It's all about this, boss. I just went for a morning exercise.

disappoint

of exhaustion flashed across Melvin's face, "Do you really think I