The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 145 The little brat is in trouble again

"Ah! This is ..."

It was a woman in the sack. She was unconscious, and her hair was disheveled, covering her face.

And she smelled of acid.

Her arms and legs were full of bruises and marks. She should have been suffered abuse previously?

Ashley looked up at the man with a dumbfounded look.

The man didn't say anything and just laughed.

But that laughter meant a lot.

She covered her mouth and nose, resisted the urge to vomit. Then she lifted the woman's disheveled

hair.

"Is this ... Charlotte?" Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Didn't she get sent to jail by Lyra?

Ashley heard that she was sentenced to ten years. How came they got her out so quickly?

"She was broken off the engagement with the Freeman family and cut off from the Matthews family.

She's nothing but a waste now. Can she be useful?"

The man still had a smile, "Soon you'll know."

Melvin was recuperating over the past few days and Lyra was busy at the office.

The two people lived in the same villa at night, but they had basically never met.

The next day, after washing up, Lyra went downstairs. When she was in the stairs, she smelled the

very wonderful aroma of food.

In the dining room, the breakfast had been set up in a regular manner, and it was still hot. So it should

only be ready not long ago.

Lyra smiled slightly.

It'd only been a short time and someone's cooking skills were improving fast.

She walked over, only to find the kitchen quiet and empty, with no one in sight.

So she called out to Eleven, "Where's Melvin?"

"Miss, Mr. Freeman woke up earlier in the morning, prepared your breakfast and went to work for the

Freeman group."

This son of bitch, he knew that he was recovering and she may find fault with him, so he simply

avoided seeing her?

She shook her head in disbelief and had the breakfast. After that she went to Angle Group.

Just as she sat down in her office chair, Fifteen knocked on the door and delivered report on his

findings.

"Miss, Mr. Freeman is not lying, Mr. Frazier was indeed taken away from the Doug Hotel and casually

dumped on a freighter at Frayton Wharf. As to where he is now, it's not very easy to find."

He paused and continued, "Although the surveillance of the Doug Hotel at that time was destroyed, I

still found a familiar face that was missed to be deleted."

He handed Lyra a photo taken from the surveillance.

"Although this man is wearing a mask, do his eyebrows look like Chad, Miss?"

Lyra took the photo and examined it carefully.

Because she let Chad be Melvin's nominal assistant, they worked together from time to time over the

half a month or so, and Lyra met him for a few times.

If the man was Chad, then she can basically rule out the hypothesis that Melvin snatched Charlotte

from the jail.

Feeling relieved, Lyra put down the photo and continued to order, "Continue to investigate Charlotte's

whereabouts until you find her. And check the Lloyd family's recent movements."

"Yes, Miss."

Lyra nodded and gestured for him to go out and continue his business.

Watching Fifteen's back, she fell into deep thought.

Fifteen had jointed Darkbell's people together to do the thorough investigation, but they were still

unable to find out the truth. The person who did that thing was so sophisticated so it was very likely that

it was the person from Lloyd family who harmed her did it.

But what was that person trying to do with Charlotte?

She didn't know why, but she always felt uneasy about Charlotte's disappearance.

And she even felt that something serious would happen?

While she was thinking anxiously, she got herself busy.

When checking the latest schedules of all the artists and the progress of each shooting, she

unexpectedly found that Cody had inexplicably stopped filming from yesterday afternoon and was not

on the set this morning.

Immediately, Lyra called the agent who was in charge of Cody.

"Ms. Carroll, you misunderstand me. Yesterday Mr. Carver was filming. I didn't know what happened.

He seemed to have a conflict with Seth Kennedy from the Kennedy family."

"Seth Kennedy is a tough guy so the two fought. Seth was sent the hospital. Many passers-by in

Kellywood saw that. And the two crews and I are negotiating."

The more Lyra knew, the more her brows furrowed, "Why you didn't tell me yesterday? Where's Cody?"

"Sorry, Ms. Carroll, I was thinking this kind of similar thing has happened before. I intended to directly

deal with it later with the crew. But the Kennedy family's young master was hurt badly. Early this

morning, Mr. Carver was taken by his family from the crew hotel. Until now I can not contact ..."

Lyra was silent for a moment.

Cody's grandfather had a very bad temper. Cody, this troublemaker would certainly be beaten up after

he was back home.

"Okay, I got it."

She held her forehead and decided to go to the Carver family herself.

Lest the old Carver beat him too hard, it would delay the little bastard's shooting.

She drove all the way to the Carver family's residence.

After she told the bodyguards outside the door who she was, a group of people immediately let her in.

Because the old Carver previously had a word, as long as the Lloyd family's daughter wanted to come

in, no matter what time, there was no need to inform him.

So Lyra was led by the housekeeper. The journey to the Carver's home was unhindered.

Before she got to the door, Lyra heard a very loud scolding sound, mixed with Cody's painful cries,

which made her be filled with apprehension.

She unconsciously walked a little faster.

In the living room, Cody crouched on his knees, gritting his teeth and holding on to the pain with a look

of defiance.

The old Carver was furious. Although he was a little heartbroken, he was really mad at this

troublemaker and determined to teach him a lesson. Why could he not be obedient?

He waved his hand, "I ask you, do you know what's wrong?"

Cody took a deep breath. He was obstinate and unruly, "I'm right. He asked for it. Next time I'll

continue. Whenever I see him, I'll beat him up!"

Lyra had just walked up to the living room's door and heard Cody's remark loud and clear.

Stupid kid. Even if he was really not convinced, didn't he know how to admit his mistake first?

As expected, the sound of scolding immediately came again from inside, more vicious than before.

"Hit him! Beat him to death! Beat him until he admits he's wrong!"

The housekeeper rushed in and whispered to the old Carver about Lyra's arrival.

"Oliver, it's been a long time. You really haven't aged at all. You're still so young."

Lyra walked in with a smile on her face and took the cane made of two intertwined strands of rattan

from the servant who administered the punishment, "Oliver, it should be painful with this cane, right?

Cody is still young. You don't want him to get injured."

The old Carver saw her come in and smiled from ear to ear, "My Rara has grown up. Come and sit

down. Let me look at you."

Lyra walked over to sit next to him.

"Don't worry about this boy. I use this way to teach him a lesson since he was a child. He's strong and

can'tget injured! But my Rara is the the Lloyd family and Carver family's baby!"

Once Cody heard this, he hissed and sneaked up to massage the injury part.

His grandfather did not love his own grandson, but only loved other people's granddaughter!

What was wrong with his grandpa?