The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 178

As soon as he said these words, Chad received the cold light of violent anger under Melvin's eyes.

He also knew that he was too anxious and said the wrong thing, and consciously slapped his face twice heavily and bowed his head to admit his mistake, "Sorry boss, I was the one who got excited and didn't mean to curse you."

He slapped his face hard and the corners of the mouth were broken, seeping a little blood.

Although the eyes were red, the face was written with displeasure and not too convincing look.

Melvin eased the pain in his body, and did not have the strength to argue with him. His voice was low and weak.

"I'll go back, but first to deal with Lyra's matter. You tell Brad to go back first, ask if there is a potion that can temporarily suppress S404. In addition, look for the special cream to get rid of scars."

Chad was speechless, "Boss, you still think about whether the wound will leave scars. Is good look important? It's life that matters!"

Melvin glared at him grimly. His tone was cold, "Continue."

Chad gasped, did not dare to delay, and slapped himself hard. His face was even more swollen.

The boss did not shout to stop, and he was about to continue to slap himself. Then Melvin stopped him, "Enough."

Chad rubbed his swollen face.

He complained his boss who was simply heartless and unjust!

His boss wanted to pursue his ex-wife and didn’t care about this group of brothers who had fought with him!

He was an inhumane guy!

Melvin couldn't hear Chad's bellyaching, and there was little expression on his blank face.

After talking too much just now, he was a bit drained and lay back on the bed to rest with Chad's help.

He wanted to get rid of the scars because he found that Lyra seemed to like to admire the body of a man, the abdominal muscles and back muscles and so on. If his back became ugly because of the scar, then he lost another advantage to chase her.

After that, the ward was extraordinarily quiet.

Chad stood and rubbed his wounds with grievance.

Melvin was in bed and withstood the pain.

It wasn't until Eleven came in that the silence was broken.

Being slightly surprised to see Chad was there as well, Eleven placed the packed breakfast by the bed while asking, "When did Chad get here?"

Chad didn't speak.

Eleven approached him and glanced at him.

What he looked shocked him.

"What happened to your face? Why is it hurt like this? Who hit you?"

He looked incredulously at Melvin, who was a sick man with a frail face, and there was no way he could have beaten someone up like that.

Chad held his anger, took the tissue paper on the bedside table, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said in no good mood, "It's fine. I did it!"

Eleven gulped.

This person was ruthless enough to beat even himself?

That was awesome!

He was frightened and consciously lowered his presence to help Melvin open the take-out box for his porridge order.

Melvin sat up and gave Chad a cold glance, "What are you doing standing here? No business?"

Chad reacted, "Oh yes, I still have things to do, so I'll leave first. Take a good rest. Eleven, please take a good care of him."

"Okay." Eleven replied briskly.

...

Half an hour later, Bernard, the captain of the third division of the police department, personally went to the luxury single room and invited Lyra out.

"Miss Carroll, you had a hard time here last night. You can go now."

Seeing him smile ingratiatingly, Lyra was a little surprised, "No statement this time?"