The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 12

In the garden.

Lyra had her arms crossed and stood in front the fountain to get some fresh air.

If she didn't come out to get some air, she was probably going to be fainted by the disgusting smell of the banquet hall.

"Lyra!"

A shrill voice suddenly sounded behind.

She turned her head and saw that it was Sheila walking towards her, holding her head high.

"Didn't it hurt enough? Still want me to help you recall it?" She coldly looked back and her tone was aloof and cold.

Sheila was so angry at her words that she wanted to go up and scratch her face, but thinking of her plan, she clenched her hands and held herself back.

She took a bank card out of her LV bag and handed it to Lyra with a patronizing tone.

"There's $300,000 in here. It's yours as long as you promise never to hang around my brother again. Leave Frayton and never come back."

Lyra frowned and gave an odd look at the bank card in her hand.

A mere $300,000 can't even buy a strand of Lyra Lloyd's hair, and she wanted to buy her and let her get out of Frayton?

Sheila looked at her expression and thought that she must be persuaded, so Sheila became even more pleased with herself.

"You grew up in an orphanage, so I'm afraid you've never seen so much money like this. But this money is just a week's allowance for me. I think that you need it more than I do."

"I seem to remember that you asked your mother to borrow money before, but unfortunately she didn't lend it to you. Now it's good. With this money you can buy everything."

"How's that? Have you wavered?"

Sheila's eyes sparkled with excitement as she kept thinking to herself, "Take the money! Take it!

She was pretty sure. When Lyra was in the Freeman family, Fiona withheld all of Lyra's allowance. In the past three years, she can't even afford a decent brand clothes.

So she was so sure that Lyra, being so poor, must not refuse her.