The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 215

Her eyes were red and her tone was resolute.

Eleven was very heartbroken, but had to let her down, "Miss, wake up. Mr. Melvin has died. His ashes are buried in Frayton's cemetery. You personally visited him for countless times in the past six months. Do you remember!?"

Lyra's whole body froze and a hint of self-doubt emerged on her face.

Eleven choked with sobs, "Stop torturing yourself. Mr. Melvin will never come back. Just let go! You must be mistaken!"

Yes.

How can a person who was dead six months ago appear in Suham's Peachpuff?

It was her who was bewitched ...

Her clear eyes gradually turned gloomy. She covered her heart and felt suffocated.

Eleven saw her and cried, "Miss, you are drunk. Let's go. Fifteen had booked the hotel. Let's go back early to rest."

She had rejoiced too soon.

Lyra seemed to be deflated. And her whole body was weak.

After this, she was really not in the mood to continue the party, so she simply listened to Eleven and went back to the hotel.

They just came downstairs when Chad came out of another elevator and leisurely went into a VIP room at the far end of the corner.

...

After arriving at the hotel's room, Lyra went into the bathroom, turned on the shower and turned the water up to maximum.

The water was hot, but her body was cold as if her heart had gone numb.

She let the water pour down to her head, trying to wake herself up a little.

Her eyes were sore and unbearable. And her tears were mixed with the hot water and disappeared without a trace.

She told herself over and over again that Melvin was dead. He died for her and was unlikely to come back.

At the door of the room, Twelve and Fifteen were surprised to see the state Lyra was in when she returned.

"When Miss said she was going to the party today, she was in a stable mood. Why did she come back in this state? What happened at the party?"

Eleven sighed, "Miss was drunk, as if she saw a man whose back is similar Mr. Melvin's. It brought up those sad things again."

A few people listened and sighed along in unison.

...

The next day, when Lyra woke up, she was completely sober.

She restrained her bad mood from last night and departed for the Lloyd family.

Lloyd's Parlor was very large. The Anning Hill in the suburb of Suham was bought by the ancestors of Lloyd family. All the villas were surrounded by mountains and water. It was a beautiful scenery all year round. And the air quality was excellent.

Lyra's uncles, Kacper and Vincent, they all lived halfway up the hill. When Lyra drove up, she simply ignored the two villas and went straight to Reginald's place.

Douglas, the old butler, had been standing in front of the villa for a long time.

When he saw Lyra's car, he ran up quickly and opened the door for Lyra himself.

"Miss, you're finally back. The master misses you and is waiting for you in the study."

"Well, Douglas, thanks."

"You're welcome."

Douglas was flattered and looked back at Lyra's bodyguards who were all empty-handed, "Miss, why didn't you bring your luggage?"

Lyra looked aloof, "I just came back to see my dad. I didn't plan to stay."

Lloyd's Parlor had so many bad people living in it that she was afraid she won't be able to sleep at night.

She went straight in towards the hall and just as she reached the door, she heard a sound of high heeled footsteps coming down the stairs.

Claudia was dressed in a high-fashion suede yellow hip dress. Her makeup was exquisite. Every step she made was graceful. Her almond-shaped eyes just looked at Lyra.

She was not yet over thirty, and her skin was extremely tender, which made her look even more younger than Lyra.

Lyra just glanced at her indifferently, then withdrew her gaze and headed upstairs.

Claudia frowned and was a little upset. Then she blocked Lyra's path.

"Our Miss Lloyd has not come back for so many years. You're more and more ignorant of the rules. You don't even know how to greet me when you see me? After a few years in the orphanage, you're really uncultivated."