The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 27

Fred didn't say anything, but the implication in his eyes was unmistakable.

If it were not for the special circumstances, he would never have suspected Charlotte. But that day he had just spoken to Charlotte about his boss's visit to Lyra at the Angle Group underground parking, and later that night Lyra was sieged on the road.

It was just too coincidental.

It's hard to say that Charlotte didn't have anything to do with it.

Charlotte looked hurt and said painfully, "Fred, I always considered you as my best friend, but I never thought you would suspect me? How could I have sent someone to harm Lyra? I didn't even know which route she would drive."

Fred was instantly convinced by her.

"I believe you are a kind person and you surely haven't done this, but did you tell anyone else about it?"

Charlotte paused.

Since Fred already suspected her, if she didn't give him some useful information, he would probably go check her recent calls. By then, the image she worked so hard to build in front of him would be gone.

When things come to a head, she had no choice but to sacrifice others.

She pretended to ponder over it for a while and suddenly think of something, "I was so sad that day. Sheila called to ask about me and I told her..."

She paused and quickly waved her hands, "No, no way! Sheila won't do such a thing either. I trust her."

Fred sighed rather gratefully, "Miss Matthews, you are a good girl, but others might not be as innocent and kind as you are."

He comforted her with a few more words and then left the hotel in a flash. He sent someone to the Freeman Manor for in-depth investigation, and then arranged someone else to quietly erase the associations between this matter and Charlotte.

Only when he was gone did Charlotte stomp her feet in anger.

She was wondering why no one came back to report last night, so it turned out that Melvin had saved that bitch!

Now she could only give Sheila out to protect herself. And when Melvin knew about it, he would definitely enhance his guard against the Freeman Manor, so Sheila Freeman, this pawn, would not be available for the time being!

It had racked her brain to get someone like Sheila to befriend her.

But she just could not spare that bitch Lyra so easily!

She clenched her fist, her nails embedded in her palm, and the savageness and malice in her eyes were undisguised.

...

Lyra went back to Keith's villa and got the details from Keith.

It was Fiona who hired the gangsters, and Sheila who encouraged her to do so.

After reading the evidence, Lyra looked unimpressed.

She had already guessed that this matter had everything to do with the Freeman family, but...

"Did Charlotte really have nothing to do with what happened last night?"

Keith mused, "I'll send someone over to Charlotte's side to double-check."

"Good."

Keith asked again, "But now that you know who it is, what are you going to do about it?"

The corners of Lyra's mouth curved up; she already had something in mind.

"Keith, lend me some strong bodyguards."

Keith was charmed by her fox-like cunning look and tapped on her nose affectionately, "When my little princess wants someone, surely I won't dare reject her. You can have as much as you want."

Lyra smiled kittenishly, her voice soft and sweet, "I know you're the best in the world."

In the evening, the Freeman Manor.

Fiona was sitting on a lounge chair in the garden leisurely, letting the beautician giving her a facial spa treatment.