The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 203

Lyra furrowed her brows, "What's wrong with him?"

"Mr. Melvin he...passed away..."

Lyra was stunned on the spot.

Passed away?

The person who chatted with her and told stories the whole night on phone passed away after she got up?

Lyra didn't believe it at all, "What do you mean? What kind of trick is he playing again?"

Eleven's voice was getting choked up with sobs.

"Nineteen said that it was the man in black's plan to kill you last night. Mr. Melvin learned of it in advance. He told Nineteen not to let you know. Then he went alone for you and helped you get the group killed, but he didn't... didn't come back... ..."

Lyra took a step backwards. Her expression was gradually shifted from shock to a sneer.

"Impossible! I don't believe it. How can he die so easily!?"

Eleven did not talk. Seeing that the lady was still suspicious, he did not hold back his tears for a moment and cried.

Lyra shouted angrily, "What are you crying about? You're a man! Your salary will be deducted for six months if you keep crying!"

When Eleven heard this, he cried even more loudly.

"Oooh Miss, Mr. Melvin he ... he is a good man. He's so young. And you want to deduct my salary! It's so miserable! I just can't stop these tears!"

Lyra looked at him who was a tall man and trembling in crying miserably, and her eyes turned red as well.

She took a deep breath and her tone was light, "Since he didn't come back, that's not necessarily true that he has passed away. Send someone to find him! I want to see him, dead or alive!"

"Miss! Miss!"

Fifteen rushed towards her room, "Chad called and said he wants you to come back as soon as you're done your business. He said Mr. Melvin is waiting for you at Seaside Villa!"

"Mr. Melvin is not dead? He went back? He wasn't hurt last night, was he?" Eleven sniffled, being surprised.

Lyra didn't say anything, but looked at Fifteen for an answer.

Fifteen shook his head, "I don't know. Chad said that, but since Mr. Melvin is waiting for Miss at Seaside Villa, he should be back safely."

Both Lyra and Eleven were relieved to hear this.

"Pack your things. Book the earliest flight back to Frayton as soon as possible."

She wanted to see what Melvin and Nineteen were up to!

"Yes, Miss."

They moved quickly and took the earliest flight back to Frayton that day.

But by the time they got back to Seaside Villa, it was nearing evening.

Winter had begun. The sky was always overcast, as if there would be a downpour at any time.

The cold wind could not stop Lyra's footsteps.

When they entered the villa, Nineteen was not there and the whole villa was quiet and peaceful.

Lyra, who was puzzling, quickly opened the door to the villa.

The cold air from the cavernous windows was overwhelming. The lights were off, and there was no one who would come out from the kitchen to greet her and hand her slippers every day.

"Melvin?"

Lyra shouted, and no one answered.

She looked the living room around and finally she found a small sticky note on the coat rack.

It said: the weather has turned cold. Even you're in the house, you'd better pay attention to wear extra clothes. You're in a good shape, even if you wear a heavy and cumbersome coat, you still look pretty.

Lyra, with a stony expression, shouted to upstairs, "Melvin! What the hell are you doing?"

What responded she was the silence in the air for a long time.

Lyra went to his room again. The quilts were neatly folded and the bed was cold.

In addition to the cold wind that made the thin curtains rustling, the whole room was exceptionally cold and cheerless.