The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

The man in the front with the checkered shirt and glasses asked Melvin, "This gentleman, we are all out on a trip, but we have lost our way. We have been there for a few days. We have lost our luggage, and we are starving to death. Do you know how to get out of the mountain?"

Melvin didn't say anything, just looked at the man, and his dark eyes couldn't tell what he was thinking.

The man looked at the people behind Melvin and continued cottoning up.

"Sir, it looks like you are ready to leave the mountain. Why don't we leave together? We can take care of each other, right?"

In contrast to the man's enthusiasm, Melvin seemed very cold and indifferent.

Melvin glanced at the seven-some people behind the man in the plaid shirts and examined them.

Coming from a army, he was instinctively wary of strangers who suddenly appeared.

This group of people claimed to come out to travel and lose luggage, but the dirt on their clothes was very new. It was not like they had come out for a few days without a change of clothes. It was more like they deliberately got the dirt up on their shirts.

Although they were holding each other, everyone's eyes were bright, so he didn't think they had been hungry for a few days.

He furrowed his eyebrows and was sullen.

Something was not right with this group of people.

Melvin's man, who was standing right beside him, quickly noticed his facial expression and became wary as well.

Melvin smiled lightly and responded, "No need to travel together. We're not on the same way."

He turned his head and was ready to leave.

"So where is this gentleman going? It's always good for everyone to make friends."

The man in the plaid shirt was still enthusiastic and went up to try to tap Melvin on the shoulder.

No sooner had he touched it than his hand was clutched hard by Melvin.

The atmosphere on both sides was suddenly a bit unusual.

Melvin clutched him with one hand and tried to reach into his pocket with the other.

Being clutched, the man's brand new hilt was exposed in his pocket.

Melvin snorted, but his dark eyes looked cold, "Such new knife, I'm afraid you're not just here for a trip. Who sent you?"

it, the man did not pretend and

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out his knife

agilely and

rest of the men saw this

of people fought on the

...

then went to the

to the door of the president's

the Freeman Group's failed bid when she arrived, so she smiled as she walked up behind

it is

had a headache, and closed her eyes while enjoying her massage and calming

verge of bankruptcy. A few days ago, it suddenly comes back

eyes and lovingly

please take more time to find out the owner behind this property. We can offer a better salary to let this person work for the

frowned, "But Fiona, how could this person

Fiona was silent.

won't work for the Freeman Group, then get this person out

..." Ashley spoke with a

"What's wrong?"

believe in me. In this case, I'm afraid I

way, "Which departments do you want? It is all for

was happy, "Thanks

president's office, Ashley went directly

asked for the HR and finance

time. She was asking for not too much, which would not alert

convenient for her to place her own

only a matter of time before the Freeman Group became a toy in

she had the Freeman Group, it was equivalent to having no

the bitch who made her look

it, Ashley had excitement in

did not get carried away. Fiona arranged the errands for her

arrange someone into Atimber Property Company. Whether to pry out information or to facilitate the bad deeds, that was all

...

in the

received a call