The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 389

Cody was still drunk and felt groggy.

He shook his hand and pointed at Lyra, being not afraid of anything at all, "What the hell? Who? I don't know you!"

What he said had managed to turn Lyra's anger to rage.

Beatable little bastard!

She looked around the room and saw that there was nothing to take advantage of. Subconsciously she looked at the belt around Malcolm's waist.

Malcolm noticed her gaze and looked at his belt as well. Instantly he understood.

"No way!" He furrowed his eyebrows and refused decisively.

Lyra thought about it and felt bad about it, so she looked at Chad again, who was standing by the door. Then she reached toward him, "Belt, give it to me."

"Huh?"

Chad, who was slightly confused, saw Malcolm's seemingly acquiescent gaze.

He could only force himself to unbuckle the belt around his waist and hand it over.

Before Lyra could take it, Chad had an sudden enlightenment, "Do you want to beat this kid up? It's a heavy work. My prospective sister-in- law, you can't be too tired, so I'll do it for you! I'm good at it!"

Lyra agreed, "Be careful. Don't hurt it."

"Okay!"

Chad laughed, rolled up his cuffs and looked over at Cody as he was poker-faced and went up for an "enthusiastic" greeting.

Whoosh-

The horrifying sound of breaking wind kept ringing.

"Ow! It hurts! Don't beat me!"

Cody screamed, curled himself up and kept twisting his body to avoid it, but the belt was like having a pair of eyes, it could beat him with precision every time.

After that, he rolled to the ground and became completely conscious.

"Don't beat! Ah hiss ... ! I'm sober! Really awake!"

Chad turned back to Lyra, who nodded at him before he immediately retrieved his belt and reattached it to his waist.

Lyra walked over and sat down on a couch, staring at Cody who was cowering on the floor.

"Bastard, take a good look at who I am! If you are already sober and make a pretence, I can only hand you back to you family. Let your grandpa fix you. The family rules are much more ruthless than this belt, right?"

Cody rubbed his arm, which was burning with pain, and looked at her.

On seeing Lyra's face, he instantly sat up, "Lyra ..."

Lyra had her arms crossed and looked at him with a cold look.

He hurriedly explained, "Lyra, I was out for a couple of days to have a drink with my friends. It's not a big mistake, right? Why should I be handed over to grandpa?"

"Two days in the gap and you're drunk from yesterday to now?"

Cody nodded, "Yes!"

Lyra's eyes suddenly looked cold. She took out her phone, opened the hot search interface and threw it at him, "Look at it yourself!"

Cody took it with a bewildered look. He was stunned when he saw the screen that was full of his headlines.

"This ... when did this it happened? I've just been drinking with friends for the past two days. I really didn't do anything. Lyra, believe me! I didn't sleep with them!"

Malcolm, who was sitting on the side sofa, said coldly, "It's no use that she believes you. You have to let everyone believe you."

"What should I do? My career, the Carver family, the Angle Group, it's all fucked up!" Cody was extremely anxious.