The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 21 Battlefield of Men

A discordant voice in the distance suddenly interrupted them.

And it dissipated the sexual tension between the two.

Keith, with a long face, forcibly pulled the two apart before throwing a punch at Melvin's face.

It was too quick for Melvin to dodge. He grunted in pain, and was forced two steps back by this punch.

He tasted the rustiness and raised his hand to wipe off the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Lyra had been guarded behind Keith. Seeing Melvin being hit, she felt a bit worried at first, but soon

satisfaction was written all over her face. She almost clapped her hands and cheered.

That jerk dared bully her. A punch was too merciful to him!

She wanted to see him get beaten up!

"I heard that Mr. Freeman has a new girlfriend already, but you're still pestering your ex-wife. That's

inappropriate, right?" Keith gave a half smile, resuming his usual gentlemanly manner, as if he was not

the one who just threw a punch.

Melvin stared back at him, even though his face was bruised, he was no inferior to Keith.

"After all, an ex-wife was once a wife, but Mr. Lloyd, who are you to defend my ex-wife?"

He deliberately stressed on the word "my", like a proud lion announcing his ownership, in face of the

enemy who coveted his prey.

Just because I'm her brother!

The smile on Keith's face faded away.

But he didn't say it out, as Lyra's grip on his arm tightened.

He grunted, "Mr. Freeman, you're funny. Lyra is an independent individual. She is entitled to choose

anyone she likes. What rights do you have to selfishly classify her as your belongings?"

The two stared at each other, neck and neck, no conceding.

They seemed to be fighting with glares, eager to send the other side to hell, but it was too close to call.

One could almost smell the fire and smoke of the battlefield here.

Lyra, however, felt suffocated by it. She was exhausted after a long day of work and just wanted to get

this damn fight over with.

She coughed, "It's late. Tomorrow is still a working day. Mr. Lloyd, Mr. Freeman, please, just leave."

Melvin saw that she was leaving and hurried to pull her back.

Keith moved a step forward and stopped him, his eyes flashing with a warning.

After all, they were in Keith's territory, Melvin couldn't go over the top in front of him, so he just smiled

and looked at Lyra, "You haven't eaten yet, right? Why don't you join me for dinner tonight and have a

good chat?"

Lyra didn't even think about it.

"Not hungry, no dinner, no chat!"

Melvin's face was gloomy as hell, but Keith snorted with laughter.

His little princess had such a sharp tongue!

Seemed like he got a small victory. Keith provocatively stared at Melvin, but opened his mouth to ask

Lyra, "Rara, it's getting dark. Shall I take you back?"

Lyra turned her head and saw the two men glowering at each other again.

She was speechless. No, not again ...

How she wished God would take these two men away and return her a peaceful life.

She sighed tiredly, "No, I'll drive home myself, just so that I can familiarize myself with the route."

After saying that, she hurriedly got into the Santana and quickly drove away.

And the two men there were still in the battle.

Because Lyra didn't say yes to Keith's invitation either, Melvin smirked, "It seems Mr. Lloyd still doesn't

know my ex-wife very well."

Keith looked askance at him, "I grew up with her, together. I know her better than you."

At the words, Melvin's face changed slightly.

Having noticed that, Keith was delighted, "A kind reminder to you. Keep your eyes on the person in

front of him you, and stop coveting the person you've lost and can never get again."

After that, Keith walked upstairs with Jalen at a brisk pace.

Fortunately, he had seen what happened in the underground parking from the monitor screen back

then, so he immediately instructed his men to seal the entrance of the lowest floor, not allowing any

employees to be there. Otherwise, his little princess would have gotten into trouble again. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

In the garage, Melvin stood straight. Due to the dim light, his expression also became unfathomable.

Fred looked at his boss from afar and became more and more upset.

Boss actually went tit-for-tat with Keith Lloyd for Lyra Bradley. Didn't he realize how much he cared

about Lyra?

But would it be fair to Miss Matthews?

She was such a good girl, who had been driven abroad by the old Freeman and gone through

numerous hardships for the sake of Melvin.

And the boss said he would marry Miss Matthews and cherish her. But now he turned a cold shoulder

to her. It was just too sad.

Fred thought about this angrily and he sent a text message to Charlotte, telling her briefly about what

happened today.

He hoped that Miss Matthews would find a way to get the president's heart back again after knowing

this!

"Fred, go!"

Melvin, with something suddenly came to mind, shouted and then quickly got into the car, waiting for

Fred to come over and drive.

Fred collected his thoughts and trotted over to the driver's seat and sat down.

...

Lyra was lost.

The damn navigation kept showing a weak signal, and she was driving at the most complicated multi-

directional forks in Frayton, so she was led into who-knows-where by the navigation.

She had already made two turns on the same route.

With an inadvertent glance, she spotted a car behind that looked familiar. She suddenly realized that

the car had been following her since a while ago.

From the rearview mirror, she saw the familiar license plate of the car, FA66699.

Melvin's car?

Lyra was instantly infuriated. What the hell was this bastard doing?

She had the impulse to get out of the car, pull the bastard out and beat him up, then kick him off to the

back of the moon where she couldn't see him.

But she could only think about it, and what happened back in the parking lot made it clear to her that

the bastard was clearly above her in terms of combat.

If you can't fight, then run!

Lyra picked up speed, intending to find more complicated routes to shake the tail off.

In the car behind, Fred inquired, "Boss, our guys have hacked into Miss Carroll's navigation, but she

has apparently spotted us and is no longer following the route we planned for her. She's trying to shake

us off."

Melvin stared at the green Santana in front of him, and there was always an inexplicable fury in his

heart.

How flaunty she was! How high-profile!

This time, without Keith in the way, he was determined to win.

If he didn't give her a lesson and let her know the consequences of offending him, then he wouldn't be

Melvin Freeman!

"Accelerate, look for an opportunity to surpass her and force her to stop as soon as it is safe to do so."

"Yes."

Two cars were racing down the highway at high speed.

But how could Lyra's little Volkswagen Santana rival with Melvin's Lambo Huracán? The speed of the

two cars is simply not on the same level.

Melvin's car was about to catch up with her and even surpass her.

Lyra gritted her teeth and concentrated on the road. When she saw the traffic light intersection not far

ahead, she had a plan in mind.

In approaching the last meter of the intersection, she jerked the steering wheel, driving to the left turn

lane, and then took advantage of the last second of the yellow light to step on the acceleration, rushing

past it.

By the time Melvin's car realized her intention, the light already turned red.

Lyra looked in the rearview mirror and saw the Lamborghini Hurricane forced to stop there, getting

further and further away from her, and her heart was elated with joy!

Wanna race with her?

Too young, too foolish!

When she was just gloating about the foolish Melvin, two black cars suddenly sprang out of the left and

right intersections aggressively, looking like they would force her to stop.

There were someone else who had their eyes on her?