The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 290

The party was about to begin.

The garden was bustling with guests and the sound of violins and pianos came through.

And at this moment in the villa.

Garrett was in a secluded hallway, facing a difficult decision.

Irene decided to give it one more push, "Garrett, drink up! I've already done this. You have no way back. If Malcolm and Keith find out in advance, how will they revenge against our family?"

"But if you make it, Malcolm will dislike Lyra and break off the engagement. And the Lloyd family will feel ashamed of themselves and have no face to ask our family for a statement. And the initiative will be in our hands! By then, Lyra will be at your mercy."

"Garrett!"

Garrett's eyes grew firm as he was pushed to the point of no return.

He took the champagne Irene handed him and tilted his head and drank it down.

Irene was satisfied and smiled happily, "Go upstairs. She's your little beauty only tonight. Enjoy!"

Garrett, with mixed emotions, held onto the handrail and walked very slowly.

Irene looked at his back, silently took out her phone and sent a message [Done].

Then she asked again [about the drug for Melissa. Confirm again, and follow the plan later. I want her to lose her reputation!]

...

Same time.

Lyra was carried to Garrett's room.

The male servant placed her on the large bed and prepared to remove her dress.

Without waiting to touch it, his wrist was clutched by a pair of small and slender hands.

The male servant was stunned and raised his eyes to see that Lyra had woken up somehow.

In the colorful lights of the garden outside the window, the pair of starry eyes were with ghostly lights and flashed with endless coldness.

With her pretty red lips, she smiled in a conspicuous way.

"You! When did you wake up? You weren't drugged?"

The male servant froze for a second and instantly reacted with a sinister look in his eyes. His right hand quickly broke free and his thumbs came together to form a knife, ruthlessly aiming at her neck. And he was ready to slash her to unconsciousness.

Lyra's cold eyes narrowed slightly and she was about to strike, but someone else was faster than her.

There was a muffled thud.

The male servant was unaware that he had been knocked unconscious from behind, and half of his body fell onto the bed.

As soon as he fell, Ted's sunny and clean face showed up.

Lyra was a little surprised, "What are you doing here? Did Mel send you to follow me?"

Ted nodded and knelt down to the bed to check on her, finding her neck slightly red from strangulation and he was full of trepidation.

"I'm screwed! Did I show up too late? You are actually injured? Ahh! He has to kill me!"

Lyra was amused by the way he freaked out and wanted to cry.

"No injuries. These red marks will disappear in a while. You came at the right time. Give a hand."

Ted scratched his head, "Are you going to ...?"

Lyra raised her eyebrows and looked meaningful, "You'll know later!"

...

In the garden, the party had already started.

Oscar was speaking on stage.

Malcolm sat alone by a table.

He tightened his eyebrows. His breath was so cold that no one dared to come over and share his table.

The party had already begun. Surprisingly, Lyra went for so long and did not return. And he didn't receive any message from Ted.

He was restless and his mania was constantly churning.

It didn't take long for the chair next to him to be pulled away.

"Rara ..."

He turned his head and his face instantly froze. His breath was gloomy to the extreme, "Why are you?"

Ethel was wearing a Balenciaga luxury dress today. With her delicate makeup, she was quite beautiful, and her beauty was captivating.