The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 17

Could it be Keith Lloyd?

Melvin frowned, his voice was cold and stern, "Keep searching, and send someone to investigate Keith. Report to me as soon as you find it."

"Yes."

Fred nodded his head, but defiance was written on his face.

Seeing that he was still standing there, Melvin was puzzled, "What are you standing here for? You've got something to say?"

Fred hesitated for a minute, knowing that it might piss off his boss, but he couldn't hold it back.

"Sorry, sir, but you're confusing me more and more. You are obviously divorced, but you are still so concerned about your ex-wife, when you should actually pay attention to Miss Matthews. May I ask what are you thinking?"

Melvin's eyes dimmed. He casually picked up the glass ashtray on the table, and smashed it towards Fred's feet.

"Scram."

Fred knew it was time for him to leave.

Melvin smoked two more cigarettes, and he looked a little hazy under the lingering smoke.

Feeling a bit hungry, he got up and opened the refrigerator.

The refrigerator was full, all of which were his favorite foods.

He was stunned in place.

It occurred to him that in the past three years, every time he came home, the first thing he saw would always be Lyra's expectant eyes.

She would greet him with a smile, hand him the slippers and say, "You're back. It must've been a tiring day. You're hungry? Dinner is ready."

But he never looked her in the eye. As for the hot meal on the table, he usually just dropped a few taunts and then went to his room.

Obviously, she wouldn't receive any gratitude from Melvin, but that stupid woman still enjoyed cooking for him every day.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help laughing bitterly.

Tonight, he somehow wanted to taste that hot meal.

But the last words of Lyra before she left the party tonight rang in his ears all of a sudden.

" After three years of marriage, to you, I have a clear conscience…"

If she really had a clear conscience, what was with Keith Lloyd?

Realizing that he had been thinking about Lyra, Melvin had a stirring of emotions in his chest. He angrily slammed close the refrigerator and went upstairs to take a shower and go to bed.

Early in the next morning.

The lobby on the first floor of Angle Group was full of people.

The employees stood in several rows and waited for the arrival of their own president in silence.