The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 133

This ...

Did he guess? Or did Fiona expose him?

Wesley stumbled backwards two steps.

After steadying his mind, he laughed out loud with his eight teeth and played dumb, "Melvin, what do you mean by that? I don't understand."

Melvin's face was cold and he did not accept his cottoning-up.

Wesley saw that he did not say anything, stealthily giving a glance at the bodyguards behind Lyra. They were all having cold faces, which were fierce and like to eat people alive.

Fearing that it might affect his family, he turned his head and winked at Christine, "Nichole hasn't washed up yet, so take her upstairs. You can't lose your manners in front of your guests."

"Yes." Christine understood, turned and went to pull her baby girl, "Nichole, let's go."

Without waiting for them to walk up the stairs, Lyra's four bodyguards quickly stepped forward to block them.

Eleven and Twelve blocked the stairway, and Fifteen and Seventeen encircled the door.

"You guys ... what are you doing!? It's too rampant, isn't it? This is in my house."

Wesley was so angry that his face turned red.

Nichole was a little scared and shrank into Christine's arms.

"If you don't explain it today, no one will leave here."

Lyra smiled, picked up the cup pf tea on the table and took a gentle sip.

She was so calm and aloof that the Wesley family was baffled.

Being opening his mouth, Wesley sighed with a slightly complicated expression, "Actually, this is not the case. I learned that my sister-in-law is in the Freeman Manor as a maid. So I went to visit her. I didn't know where she got the two packs of drugs. She told me her plan, and let me help her. I didn't agree but dissuaded her ..."

He spoke as if he understood something, "So, did she really succeed?"

"My former nephew-in-law, you didn't have an accident, right? I heard that the drug is very strong. It's my fault. I should have dissuaded again." He sighed while he was chagrined.

What he said not only dissociated himself from the incident, but also brought the two sides of the relatives closer together.

Lyra frowned slightly, "In the future, please call me Ms. Carroll or Miss Carroll, based on the company hierarchy. Former nephew-in-law sounds weird to me."

After she finished, she looked at Melvin, who was standing next to her, with a smiling look in his eyes: "He said Fiona took the initiative to ask him for it, and Fiona said he encouraged it. Who do you think I should believe?"

Melvin gave Wesley a grim stare and sneered, "Wesley, when something goes wrong, you always put it all on women. You're not very manly."

This was an affirmative sentence.

Wesley's face heated up. He pointed at Melvin and scolded, "You're only Ms. Carroll's servant now. You're no part in interrupting your master's business. Go away."

His attitude changed so fast speed. He was indeed a sophisticate.

Lyra hated this kind of treacherous old fox who was flexible and knew what to say in different situations and to different people.

Not bothering to continue listening to his nonsense, she raised her hand and Eleven placed a square exquisite black and gold gift box on the coffee table.

"This is?" Wesley looked confused.

Lyra smiled lightly, "This is a small gift I give to Weson Mansion today. You can open it."

Wesley did not talk. Although he can not understand what she was trying to do, he always felt that her smile had a little bit of bad intentions?

Or Christine, once she heard it was a gift, smiled politely, "Miss Carroll came and brought a gift. It's very kind of you."

She walked up and saw the beautifully black and gold box on the coffee table, and figured the contents wouldn't be bad either.

With curiosity in mind, she opened the box, but what was inside left her dumbfounded.

It was thirty small bottles only half the size of a fist, being neatly arranged inside the box.