The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 289 Lyra plays weak

Who was really helping her?

In Lyra's mind, there was Ethel's face for no reason. The woman seemed to know very well what she

did before in Frayton ...

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Irene was very proud, "How about it, Lyra? Finding out that your

tough tricks don't work on me anymore, are you panicking?"

Lyra's aura did not go down by Irene, but more severe.

She smiled: "I am a person who likes things that are challenging. Since you don't take it seriously, I will

make a big deal out of this party, but I don't think my aunt and uncle and your brother, should be able to

be as clam as you are."

She looked at the time and continued, "There are still eight minutes left. If a good birthday party turns

into a joke of the upper class's families, we can see if your parents really spoil you and you can be

lawless?"

"You! You're really trying to get in my face!"

With Irene's delicate makeup, her expression gradually twisted in anger.

Both sides were deadlocked, and both attitudes were hardened.

In front of Angle Group's assistant and manager, Irene was unable to get out of the embarrassing

situation.

That was until Garrett's voice came from far down the hallway.

"Irene, Lyra, what's going on?"

Lyra's expression was indifferent, elegant and cold, and she was leaning on the door.

Garrett looked again at Irene, who also didn't say anything.

Finally it was the agent who took the initiative to come forward and quickly explain it all to him.

After hearing what happened, he smiled amicably, which looked gentle and elegant.

"It's just a small matter. Today is Irene's birthday. Why make a fuss and fight? I remember there are still

some costumes in the warehouse. Irene had custom-made them before,"

He turned his head and instructed the servants, "Go to the warehouse immediately and let all the

members change into a new set of costumes. Move quickly."

"Yes, Mr. Garrett."

Irene was upset, had her arms crossed, and rolled her eyes for several times. Then she turned her

head and left.

Garrett still smiled warmly, like a modest gentleman. Then he apologized to the girls in the room, "This

is a matter of poor hospitality of my family. I will personally make a toast to all of you at the party later."

"Thank you Mr. Frazier. Mr. Frazier, you are very kind."

The other girls, except Melissa, nodded shyly and he left a very good impression on them.

Since Garrett will be the peacemaker, Lyra can't make a big deal out of this. So she had nothing to say

but turned head and left.

Garrett followed silently, walking along beside her, "Lyra, it's so nice to talk to you alone for a while."

Lyra ignored him and walked faster.

The Frazier family villa was large and the hallways were wide and quiet, echoing with the sound of the

two's footsteps.

Garrett took a deep breath and stepped in front of her with determination.

"Lyra, I swear this is the last time. I'm just upset. Even if you really want to reject me so hard, you

should give me a valid reason,"

"I think I am not as good as Malcolm, except for my power and status, but I am better than him in terms

of character and family! Why did you choose him over me after your divorce?"

Lyra didn't like this kind of pestering, not to mention Garrett, whom she had talked to many times.

Then today, she'll let him give up the idea forever.

"Garrett, I don't think there's anything about you that can compare to Malcolm. And besides, I don't love

you! You don't love me either!"

"You know very well in your heart that it's only a childhood obsession and familiarity with me. You are

numbing yourself. And, even without Malcolm, you and I could never be together. And if you keep

pestering me like this, we won't even be able to be ordinary friends."

Garrett looked at her in bewilderment. He was discouraged by what she said and had nothing to say in

retort.

Lyra watched his expression, and there no other emotions than indifference in her starry eyes.

She turned her head and was about to leave when a rush of footsteps came from far away. It was a

male servant who was doing chores in the main banquet hall.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Miss Lloyd, Mr. Malcolm has been looking around for you. He has something urgent to tell you. Please

come with me!"

Lyra stood there, sizing up the male servant from head to toe. She smiled slightly and her interest in

this was getting stronger and stronger.

Malcolm could not just assign someone from the Frazier family to come over if he needed to see her.

What did Irene even try to do to her at the Frazier family's villa?

That was funny.

Lyra bit her lower lip, which looked extremely sexy. She looked back at Garrett, who was still frozen in

place and was sad.

"Okay, lead the way."

The male servant lowered his head and reached out his hand in an inviting gesture, "This way."

Lyra elegantly lifted the hem of her long dress and took the lead.

Behind her, the threatening aura was gradually approaching.

She sneered and didn't do anything.

The male servant lightened his footsteps. His long arms quickly strangled her fair and slender neck,

and the white silk handkerchief stained with knockout drug tightly covered her mouth and nose.

Struggling for two seconds, Lyra fainted.

Garrett, who was still standing there, witnessed the male servant who was trying to drag away the

unconscious Lyra and immediately rushed to her rescue.

"What the hell are you doing!? Let her go!"

The male servant heard it and ignored him.

Garrett was coming up to snatch her back.

Irene suddenly appeared from behind him and stopped him, "Garrett, I did it. You can't stop it."

"Irene! Are you crazy? If something happens to her in our family, what serious consequences will it

cause?! Do you know that!?"

Irene was calm, "I know, but it's not like I'm going to kill her in our family. Garrett, take it easy. I know

you like Lyra a lot. Don't you want to get her?"

Garrett was stunned and had a very bad feeling inside, "What do you mean?"

"I had her faint. I was going to send her to your bed."

"You! How could you do this!?"

Garrett looked at her in shock.

His sister, how could she be so vicious?

"You're a girl yourself. I can't believe you can think of something like rape!"

Irene snickered, "Or what? You'll never get her in your life except this way! You sleep with her. As long

as she's raped, Malcolm won't want her anymore. And Lyra's scandal will get out. Who will dare to

marry her? She will only be yours."

Garrett was collapsed on the spot. He can not look straight his sister he loved for many years.

"You are unbelievable!"

For the first time, that ever-so-gentle and handsome face was so angry that his eyes turned red.

He raised his hand and tried to slap Irene.

Irene not only did not hide, but also raised her chin, which was provocative, "Garrett, can you do it? I'm

doing this for your sake! Is this how you repay me? I can let you slap me. Do it!"

Garrett's aura was completely suppressed by her. He put his hand down, and he could only watch as

the male maid brought the unconscious Lyra upstairs.

Irene pressed his shoulder and softened her tone, "Garrett, I know you're kindhearted and can't take

the step of sin in your sober state. I can help you too!"

She said it and took a glass of champagne from the tray of a passing waiter.

In front of Garrett, she put a white pill into the champagne without avoiding it, shook it well, and the

powder disappeared without a trace.

Then she handed it to Garrett and continued to persuade, "Garrett, believe me. I'm all for you. This is

your last chance! If you take this step, Lyra will be yours!"

"Lyra despises you and our family. You love her for decades, but she is so heartless to you. Garrett,

you're really willing to it? Why, don't you try?"

Garrett stared at the champagne in her hand with complicated feelings and was a little swayed inside.