The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 288 Someone is behind Irene's back

Lyra's face was instantly serious.

Irene was so quick to act. She can hardly retain her composure?

She first looked at Malcolm and instructed, "Mel, there are girls backstage. It's not convenient for you to

go. I'll come to you later. Remember, no drinking!"

In front of the outsider, she just raised her eyebrows to indicate, and the cunning threat in her eyes

spoke for itself.

Malcolm pursed his lips and nodded.

Lyra was then relieved to leave with the assistant.

As soon as she left, Malcolm's face grew bitter. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Not long after, he called Chad over and whispered instructions, "Have Ted keep a secret eye on Rara's

safety. And you keep an eye on the Frazier family's siblings. Report to me any time when there's any

movement."

"Yes, boss!"

When Chad was gone, he looked up at the Frazier family's villa and his eyes looked obscure.

He turned his head quickly, but he saw Keith walking head-on toward him.

Keith had previously learned from Lyra the fact that Malcolm was once Melvin.

His face was not very friendly, yet not as sharp as Collin's before.

Malcolm was bound to pass a few obstacles set by his brother-in-law in the future.

And Keith almost knew all of those things happened between he and Lyra in Frayton, and he was

probably the most easy obstacle to overcome.

Thinking of this, he smiled and tried to cotton up, "Hi, my brother-in-law, do you specially come for

me?"

Keith was a little offended, "Who's your brother-in-law? It's just an engagement. You're not married yet."

Malcolm didn't retort but just smiled, "Talk?"

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Lyra followed her assistant into the villa and went to the Butterfly Girls' special makeup room.

Before entering, the girls' noisy and slightly crying voices came from inside.

The assistant pushed open the door and several girls with their backs to the door were gathered

together. No one knew what they were looking at.

Lyra walked over, "What's wrong?"

The crowd heard her voice and turned around.

Lila Combs, who debuted in the fourth place at the competition before, anxiously ran over to pull Lyra's

hand.

"Ms. Lloyd, look, Melissa's stage dress is ruined. And the party is about to start in ten minutes or so.

What should we do!?"

The other girls were anxious as well.

They became a group since the debut. And they had always been popular. Some time ago Gloria was

withdrawn from the group because of the mistress thing so the team only had six people left, causing a

lot of fans who announced to unfollow them.

Although today was only an ordinary show, all of the guests invited were Suham's big names, and

many of them hoped that they can be seen by some handsome and wealthy men so they might enter

rich families.

And this was a team performance. If one person got mistake, others had to follow the disaster.

Lyra knew what they were thinking but didn't say anything. She just went up to check out the show

dress.

The exquisite dress had been very badly cut into rags, without leaving a chance of sewing and

remodeling.

And the dress wearer, Melissa was sitting on the couch.

Of all the members, she seemed the most calm one, as if she had already guessed that she would be

given a hard time.

Lyra turned her head to look at her, "Melissa, what's your opinion?"

Melissa: "Since my dress is broken and I can't go on stage, you can claim I'm sick and the five of them

will dance as usual."

Lila was the first to oppose, "No, our repertoire are all group dances. One less person will have to

rehearse the position. Now there are only ten minutes left. The party is about to start. We simply can't

afford to rehearse. We'll definitely lose face if we bite the bullet."

"Yes! It's better to be ashamed than not to dance. I'll lose my face!"

"Yes, yes, Ms. Lloyd, help us!"

Lyra pondered for a while and talked with the agent alone, "How much did you sign with the Frazier

family for the appearance fee of this party before?"

"They're generous. It's negotiated for 50 million. If we break the contract now, the liquidated damage is

ten times. That is 500 million. Ms. Lloyd, think twice!

Lyra snickered, "Who said I was going to break the contract? Does Irene deserve to earn my money?"

The agent wondered, "And you are planning to?"

Lyra didn't answer her, but called over the Frazier family's a servant who was passing by in the hallway,

"Go get Irene. I need to talk to her face to face."

Servant: "The party is about to start. The lady is probably in her room fixing her makeup and won't see

any guests."

"You go tell her that if she doesn't come, I'll have this party delayed in front of all the media and guests

until she's willing to come over and fix the problem."

To force to delay the party was a big no-no. The servant was subdued by the glare in her eyes, and

scurried upstairs.

Within a few minutes, Irene came downstairs.

She had her arms crossed and was impatient, "What is it?"

The agent was the first to come forward and explain, "Miss Frazier, one of our team members' dress is

broken. They can't perform because the costumes this time are all provided by your side in order to

match your party. Can you let them ..."

Not waiting for her to finish, Irene viciously interrupted, "The clothes are all custom-made and have

been given to you long ago. How dare you make a request to me when you break them?"

She gave a condescending "hum" and looked provocatively at Lyra, "If they can't perform, then get out

of my house consciously. And pay for the breach of contract."

"This ..."

The agent couldn't resist and looked to Lyra for help.

Lyra sneered and threw the pile of clothes, which had been cut into rags, at Irene.

Irene's face turned pale and she stepped back, "Lyra! Do you have any idea how much my dress cost

tonight?! I'll kill you if you mess it up!"

The smile on Lyra's lips deepened and became sarcasm.

"It looks like you know this costume was splashed with red ink."

Irene froze for a moment, then her face didn't change, "How could I possibly know? Even if it didn't get

red ink, it's still lowly filth to me!"

She emphasized the last few words, gritted her teeth and gazed at Melissa.

Lyra lowered her eyes, not bothering to talk to her but holding her phone up to Irene's eyes.

The video on her cell phone showed all the member girls gathered around the dress, acting helplessly

and uneasily according to the lines Lyra had arranged.

Irene wondered, "What does that mean?"

Lyra smiled, "There are still ten minutes left before the party opening show. If the Frazier family can not

send replacement clothes, this video will be transferred to the garden's big screen. It will also appear

on the Internet overnight. I have let someone write articles about it,, intending to blame it on the Frazier

family. "

Irene snorted lightly. She wasn't afraid at all.

Cutting Melissa's clothes was just a snack. The main event she had prepared was coming soon!

She had been celebrated her birthday for more than twenty times and had long been tired of it. Tonight

she can use this birthday party to fix all the bitches, so it was not a waste of her time.

"Lyra, you underestimate me. You think I care about this? Even if the Frazier family stock will be

turbulent for a few days, so what? If my family lose some money, they can earn it back!"

She raised her chin slightly. She was smug and continued, "Anyway, my people have already given the

performance costumes to you. They didn't protect it well. I don't care. If you don't want Melissa to make

a fool of herself on stage, then break the contract!"

Lyra's beautiful eyes narrowed as she watched her reaction.

Irene seemed to have become more resourceful than she was half a year ago.

This time, someone was giving her tips behind the scenes?