The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

If it really wasn't him, then this wasn't so simple.

Lyra's cold eyes narrowed slightly, and when she looked at Melvin, there was still doubt in her eyes.

Her hand pinched his cheek hard.

The man's cheek was squeezed and the eyebrows slightly knitted, but his dark eyes were bright, like a big dog of grievance.

"I believe you one last time. If I find out you're still lying to me, I'll immediately throw you in jail and see how many days you can survive and how long it takes your men to get you out."

After she finished, she angrily withdrew her hand.

Melvin leaned back against the floor, being completely exhausted.

He wanted to continue to say something but a sudden smell of fish and sweet rushed upward, and he was choked and coughed violently.

It was as if the lungs were going to cough out.

He was not afraid to be in jail. Even if Lyra really sent him in, there were not many people inside who dared to bully him.

But he didn't want Lyra to continue to misunderstand him.

"If I...lie ... shall rot in hell."

Lyra inclined her head and looked down at him anew.

His face was fairly wan because of coughing. And he still had a fever and looked very painful when he frowned.

She didn't know if it was because of the special drug that made him look like a sick man who had been sick for a very long time.

Even Eleven and Fifteen had the sense of compassion when they saw him in this miserable state.

Lyra, however, was expressionless and they wondered what she was thinking as she gazed at him.

After a while, she looked at Eleven and Fifteen and said, "Which one of you will go and cook some porridge for him and bring it over?"

Eleven and Fifteen looked at each other, and felt very awkward.

"Miss, if you ask us to fight with someone, it makes sense. But porridge? I have not learned ..."

Fifteen echoed, "Neither will I, really!"

Lyra was speechless.

Should she recruit some bodyguards who were also good at cooking next time?

She looked back at the man on the floor, thinking about whether she should say something to let him work it out himself.

to notice her gaze and suddenly coughed harder,

Lyra pursed her lips.

right, you guys get him back into bed.

"Yes."

went downstairs. She found the ingredients in the cupboard and started to cook the

he came downstairs to find her

believe what Mr. Freeman

I only believe in the ultimate evidence. If it really is not him, there will always be

"Since he said he sent Garrett away, check into the matter again

"Yes."

continued, "Actually, I

paused slightly, "Tell me

was able to take Fred out of prison and bring back while nobody noticed, the power behind him must be considerable. If he wants to set Charlotte free, he

he can take Charlotte to a small country where no one can find them, so there

Lyra did not speak.

and admitted it frankly, so she didn't think about

about it and found the details of this

not him, then who could

popped

be the Lloyd family who harmed

was the same person, when did he find out she was alive and that

did he want to get Charlotte out of

want to

thinking about it when

"Miss! Porridge! Porridge!"

Hmm? What the hell?

burnt! Miss, the porridge

burnt smell, and she realized what was going on and turned

the pot was just sticky with the food and the porridge was

had been instructed before, and

closed, with a crack between the door and

she saw Melvin through the crack that his trouser legs were pulled up, and he

become fragile, his entire knees and calves were purple and black with

knees for about as long as she was, he got

he signed the agreement with her, she can't remember how many he knelt, whether active or passive, and the injuries on his body seemed to

once full of hostility and pride, seemed to have really

didn't she feel

seemed he

thinking and pushed the

tucked himself in the quilt and

to his bed, she was holding the bowl of porridge and stirring it with a spoon while gently blowing

at her