The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 574

More than ten minutes later, several black vans had stopped in a suburban scrap plant.

Lyra was carried by bodyguards and placed in an abandoned house in the plant.

It was very dusty inside and Lyra was put on the floor, lying on her side.

The bodyguards turned to leave, but glanced at the half of her face that was originally pressed against the dirt on the ground, as if it had slightly moved.

They turned back inexplicably and fixed his eyes on it.

Well, it should be an illusion.

They left the house, closed the door and left it unlocked, leaving four bodyguards to watch her.

Anne was talking to Paul in front of the empty space of the plant.

Paul looked sullen, could not bear to say harsh words to her and only dared to whisper accusations, "Why do you have to tie her? Do you want to kill her? After all, she is the richest woman in Crana. Her status is extraordinary. Her husband is Malcolm White. We're still in Crana. If there is any accident, I can escape but can't protect you."

To kidnap and take Lyra away, Paul actually refused it. However, it was not convenient to talk more on the phone, so he can only act first in accordance with her wishes.

Although he was questioning, his tone was very gentle.

Anne, however, seemed to be sacred by him and her eyes were watery.

"Sweetheart, why are you crying? I don't mean to scold you. I'm just worried about your safety."

A tear from Anne disturbed Paul's whole heart.

He hurriedly hugged her into his arms and coaxed her with gentle words.

Anne whimpered and explained in an aggrieved manner, "You don't even know how Lyra bullies me these days. I came all the way to Crana to find her because she stole my business. She purposely ignored me for two or three days, and, look at me."

She tilted her neck and showed him the red marks on her face from the slap.

The light was dim at night. Paul did not pay attention before. When he took a closer look, he found her face injured.

"Babe, does it hurt? Did she hit you? Wasn't she drugged out of consciousness?"

Anne was crying pathetically and talked nonsense, "It happened before dinner. She slapped me just because I am dissatisfied with her mistreatment of Mr. Collin and help Mr. Collin. She also cursed me. I said I am your girlfriend. She said she simply did not take you seriously. It's really excessive. "

Paul listened to her graphic story and became angry, "She really said that?"

"Yes, she is too arrogant. Honey, face is the most important thing for a woman. I am a guest of the Lloyd family. She dares to hit me directly. This is equivalent to hit your face. You can not just let her go off."

Paul stroked her slightly swollen half of her face, "I am at least the noble Earl of Owhi. You are my most beloved girlfriend. How can I tolerate her bullying you like this? It is indeed time to teach her a good lesson. What are you going to do?"

Anne's beautiful eyes as if quenched with poison, and she said the most vicious words with innocent voice.

"I want to destroy her demon-like face with my own hands. Then change her name, take her out of Cran and turn her into a maid by my side. Let her do the most menial of jobs, so that she will willingly kneel at the feet of the woman she once despised the most and beg for mercy."

Paul was dumbfounded.

Anne's impression in his heart had always been that of a naive, sweet little girl who could actually put forward so many vicious and torturous methods.

"Anne, do you know what you're talking about?"

Anne suppressed the sharpness in her eyes and leaned into his arms in grievance, "I don't want her life but turn her into my slave. This must be fun. Are you really not looking forward to it at all? The richest woman in the country will become my slave, and the reputation of the Owhil nobility will be recovered."