The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 216

"We're in a modern society! It's all about freedom of marriage. How can you help me get engaged without asking me!?"

Lyra stood up and was furious.

Reginald was speechless by what she said and tried to pull her arm, which she viciously dodged it.

He withdrew his hand and stroked his beard. Then he lost his confidence.

"Baby ... it's decided. Why don't you wait until you meet that Malcolm before you decide? He is really nice, just five years older than you. He will love you. I am so picky but I think he is nice. You will like him as well."

"Five years older!? It's too old! I don't like it!"

Lyra didn't listen to what her dad said at all.

She had no intention of re-entering a relationship for the time being, let alone getting engaged and married. She didn't even think about it!

"He is only twenty-eight years old. Is he old? Isn't your ex-husband also five years older than you?"

Lyra choked, "It's not the same! This is non-negotiable. Hurry up and back out of the marriage!"

Reginald's voice was even fainter, "I can't ...it was decided yesterday. I made an appointment with the old Mr. White to announce your engagement at your welcoming party in three days."

Lyra took a deep breath and pushed down her anger.

"I don't care what kind of party you're throwing. You can't back out of the marriage, can you? I'll do it myself!"

She slammed the door in anger and left.

Reginald looked at her fiery back and shook his head helplessly.

She was getting more similar to her mother in terms of temper. There must be a man who can subdue her temper!

Lyra came out of the study and went straight all the way out into the garden.

Eleven and other bodyguards were waiting at the door.

She was angry. After all, her father was sick, and his legs were not good. As a daughter, she should accompany her father since she came back.

So she asked the bodyguards to back to the hotel to pack her luggage. She intended to move to the villa and live temporarily.

She stood in the doorway for a moment pondering what to do about the marriage.

After thinking for a while, she saw Douglas who was standing right next to her.

Lyra called him over, "Douglas, do you know where the White family's Manor is?"

"I know. Who are you going to see here?"

Lyra was covered in murderous rage, "Malcolm."

Seeing that she didn't look good, Douglas did not dare to delay and hurriedly wrote the address to her.

Lyra followed the address and looked for it.

Charles, the old butler of the White family, was aware of Lyra's engagement to Malcolm and was happy to welcome her in.

It was Lyra's first time visiting the Whites Manor.

The White Manor was also very large, but unlike Lloyd's Parlor, which was located on a hill. It was more like buying a piece of plain, and all the villas and houses were decorated in a vintage style.

There were bamboo forest, pavilion, stream and rockery.

The atmosphere of a bookish family came to the surface, and the solemn and elegant designs all shew that the White family was a big family with traditional thinking.

Lyra felt as if she had walked into an ancient mansion of a great wealthy man, but it had a different feeling.

She followed Charles and finally arrived at the door of Malcolm's separate villa.

Charles led her over and left.

Lyra sat on the living room's couch in Malcolm's villa and waited for a long time before one of the bodyguards hurriedly came down and said.

"Sorry Miss Lloyd, Master Malcolm is not available at the moment. He is busy with his work. And I am afraid he cannot see you."

She frowned slightly.

From the time she came in, no servants came to pour her a cup of tea, and the bodyguard's words were meant to urge her to leave.

It seemed that this Malcolm was not very happy about the marriage either.

That was right up her alley.

"That's okay. I have plenty of time today. I can wait."