The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 157

Memories of shame were evoked.

She glared at Lyra, and her features were grim with hatred.

"How do I know where the person are? Even if I know, I won't tell you! I'm still waiting for the person to get you killed!"

"No?"

Lyra's voice was softer, but her eyes were cold.

"Then how do we start?"

She thought for a moment. The dagger left Ashley's chin and slowly moved to her right shoulder, "The day my car exploded and the pieces of it accidentally cut my shoulder. That's where to start."

Ashley's face was colorless with fear and her eyes were terrified as she shook her head desperately, "No! This has nothing to do with me! It's obviously your own carelessness ... ah!"

A miserable scream pierced the sky.

Lyra's hands were up and down, cold-blooded and ruthless.

Ashley was shivering with pain, breaking into cold sweat. The blood from her shoulder was gurgling and oozing, and was staining her white dress.

She glared reluctantly at Lyra, "Wait for me! You bitch! I won't let you go!"

"Still have the strength to curse me. It seems to be not too painful."

Lyra said and moved the dagger to her arm again, "One last chance, where is the man behind you and Charlotte?"

Ashley bit her lower lip, and Lyra made a move to strike.

She shouted in a hurry, "I don't know. I really don't! He didn't tell me who he is. He only told me every time there was an action, and Charlotte was with him. I really don't know!"

Lyra stared at her for a moment, put away her dagger, and sat back down on the chair.

Ashley thought she'd let herself go.

Before she could feel relived, she saw Lyra handing the dagger to Chad. Lyra's tone was flat but ruthless, "I had a cut on my arm that day. I have no idea how many cuts on Eleven and Twelve's bodies. Watch out."

Chad was suddenly named, froze and happily took the dagger, "Okay, I'll do it. Don't worry."

"Don't ... ah!"

A miserable and bitter scream rang out.

Elizabeth was so distraught that she cried.

Lyra just watched quietly in a rather good mood.

She reached for Melvin's peeled oranges, but her wrist was suddenly held. She turned her head to see Melvin taking a handkerchief and squatting to gently wipe her fingertips.

Noticing her gaze, he explained.

"It's stained with blood and dirty."

Lyra didn't say anything and was content to enjoy his active service.

By the time she finished the last orange, Chad was done with his work.

Ashley was covered in bruises and blood. Her hair was soaked with sweat. She looked wretched and miserable, and had passed out on the spot in pain.

Chad was very tricky, specializing in the places on her body where there were no important organs. Ashley looked like a bloody rag doll. In fact, what she got were only minor injuries.

Lyra couldn't help but give him an extra look.

She thought he would have mercy, but didn't expect he was a ruthless man.

Thinking of this, Lyra glanced at Melvin with a special meaning, but said nothing.

She got up, straightened the hem of her skirt and let go of Elizabeth.

Elizabeth got free and rushed to Ashley's side and cried.

Lyra warned her, "This time it's just to pay off the debt from the day of the charity party. My 8.8 million has been in the Harrington Group's pocket for a bit too long. Should you bring it in yourselves or should I do it myself?"

Elizabeth didn't say anything and stared at her with an indignant look.

Lyra didn't really want her to give the answer, ordered people to prepare to hit the road back to the villa. When she walked to the door, she remembered the fact that her car was exploded.

So they had several of the Harrington family's luxury cars smashed up, taking the orange tree in the backyard with them.