The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 182

He was sure Lyra, the little villain, can't take a single loss.

He shook his head, secretly sighing that he must not mess with this little girl in the future.

Collin on the other end of the phone was not aware that he was set up by Lyra and said seriously, "I heard from Keith that you recently find the evidence to catch the Harringtons. By the way, I help you check it. Tomorrow, I’ll let Keith fax it to your company computer."

Lyra laughed in her heart.

He will have time to do this "by the way"?

It seemed to be premeditated, deliberately waiting for her to finish being punished before mentioning this.

So this was sort of carrot and stick?

Although it was a little unpleasant to think about, she thought of her promise to hit Collin.

It was still not a loss!

And there was no reason not to take the evidence delivered to her door.

Lyra answered sweetly and complimented for Collin before finally ending the call.

Because Melvin was in the hospital and it was late after Lyra finished kneeling, she arranged a room and let Keith stay at Seaside Villa for the night.

The next morning, Lyra went to work at the Freeman group as usual.

Collin's promised evidence package was quickly sent to her via fax, which she printed out and carefully read over.

It was true that Collin was very efficient when he was on the job.

The evidence was detailed enough for Ashley to spend the rest of her life in jail.

Tomorrow, she will send the Harrington family to their doom!

She called Jackie for a meeting and was busy til the afternoon.

Thinking of Melvin, who was still recovering from his injuries in the hospital, she thought hard about it and called Fifteen, instructing him to find a small item.

When it was time to leave work, Lyra packed up and went back to Seaside Villa first.

As she just arrived at the entrance of the villa, she unexpectedly saw Eleven?

She frowned, "Why are you back? You're not keeping watch at the hospital?"

Eleven explained, "Mr. Freeman said he didn't want to stay in the hospital and insisted that the doctor reviews and discharges him."

Discharged from the hospital so soon?

Lyra was silent. She originally thought of going to the hospital to see him in the evening.

Since they were back, it seemed that the injury was almost healed.

She prepared to go in, but Eleven came close to her and whispered, "Miss, I think Mr. Freeman is ... weird this time."

"Even you think so." Then it seemed he was really strange.

Lyra frowned her eyebrows.

Eleven nodded, "Mr. Freeman went straight into the room as soon as he came back and hasn't come out since."

"Okay, I got it."

Lyra, with a grim expression, went straight into the villa and up to the second floor.

The door to Melvin's room was closed but unlocked.

Lyra pushed the door in. The bed was flat and untouched, no sign of lying.

And Melvin was lying quietly by the window recliner. He was wearing a dark suit with lazy and. He was appreciating the sunset outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Because it was late autumn, the sun was not warm.

But his perfect side face was gilded with a faint halo, so that his face looked handsome and cold.

However, getting a little closer, Lyra noticed that his thin lips were pale and dry, and his face was even wanner without a trace of blood, which was still sickly.

"Don't lie flat. It will press on your back injury."

Melvin was so lost in watching the sunset that he didn't notice until she was at his feet.

"You're back."

He hurriedly supported himself and tried to stand up, "I was so absorbed that I forgot the time. You're hungry, right? I'll go cook now."

"No, if you're not feeling well, consider today your day off."

Lyra pressed his shoulder and told him to sit back down.

When she touched him, she found he was so cold, like no temperature.

Lyra frowned, "Why are you so cold? And you look so bad. Is it the back injury that still hurts?"

Melvin lightly pulled the corners of his mouth and let her ease her mind, "there is no pain long ago. Probably the lying is too long. That's why the hands and feet cold, but I'm fine. If I rest for two days, I’ll will be fine."

Lyra didn't believe it at all.

He spoke breathlessly, and his eyelashes trembled from time to time, so why did she always feel like he was holding on?