The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 111

Lyra was silent for a few seconds before she said, "Okay, I get it."

Wesley, the old fox, wasn't he out of Frayton by Ashley?

He came back so fast.

She thought and subconsciously looked at the man who was still scrubbing the floor.

Men with broad shoulders and narrow waists, white shirts with black pants. Unexpectedly, it was harmonious.

From Mr. Freeman to a manservant, he adapted quickly. It was so quick that Lyra wondered if he'd been through something similar before. Or had the experience of training?

Despite doing a very humiliating thing, his whole body still exuded an air of reserve, as if the nobility was engraved into the bones.

And Lyra found that, because he was very tall, when he wiped the floor he can only curl his legs and kneels. Only a short time, he seemed to start sweating again, and there was blood on his blood.

It seemed like this position ... he was not only tired, but also very painful?

His waist ...

Lyra stepped forward, and her was tone light, "Don't wipe. You can come back and do it again. Now come with me to the office."

When she finished, she turned her head and left, but when she turned around, she glanced at him who sighed in relief.

And when he got up, he intentionally held the right side of the back, and quietly rubbed his knee.

Lyra did not say anything, lightly withdrew her eyes, took the lead out of the door. Melvin silently followed her in the car.

The Freeman group.

As she just walked to the president's office door, the door was not completely closed.

Wesley the old fox's rampant voice came out.

"Call and ask where she is. Get her ass over here and meet me! The Freemans are not dead yet, when it is a divorced woman turn's to take charge of ..."

Lyra stood in the doorway listening for a moment, turned her head and asked Melvin, "Go in there later. Do you know what to do?"

Melvin nodded, "Tell it like it is."

Receiving the answer, Lyra withdrew her eyes in satisfaction, pushed the door open and walked in, looking at the person sitting on the parlor couch.

"Wesley, long time no see. Your temper did not change a bit. No wonder old Freeman at first can not rest assured to give the Freeman group to you."

The words hit the nail on the head and poked Wesley in the heart.

Not being looked up to by his father was something he had always been angry about, and when Lyra mentioned it, his whole face instantly turned green with anger.

"Just how do you talk to your elders?"

Lyra sat on the couch opposite him with a flat face and sneered, "Gentle and courteous elders do deserve respect, but do you?"

"You!"

Wesley glared at her. His beard stuck up.

Both were obviously seated. Lyra's calmness made Wesley's aura significantly weaker than hers.

Wesley, before he had time to continue to educate her, glanced at the familiar figure standing next to her.

He watched closely. Wasn't Melvin who had been missing for some time ago?

"Melvin, when did you come back? If you're back, why are you still condoning this woman taking away the group?"

Melvin stated expressionlessly, "Wesley, I only came back yesterday afternoon, and by the time I got back, it was a done deal."

"Fuck the deal!"

Wesley was so angry that he slapped the coffee table, "You are the holder of 40% of the shares given by old Freeman. You have ran the group for many years. In front of the shareholders, you are very authoritative. How can you let this woman steal the position of the person in charge!?"

Melvin explained, "Wesley, with the exception of your 15%, all the shares of the company were acquired by her, and there are no other shareholders. She is the largest shareholder of the Freeman group."

"What?"

Wesley wondered how this was a little different from Ashley's narrative.