The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 294 Early morning service

The Frazier family's lobby.

Oscar sat on the main seat of the couch. He scowled and looked angry, steadily closing his eyes and

listening quietly to the sound of the whipping in the garden.

Jane squeezed her handkerchief and kept crying. Her voice was already mute because of persuading

for too many times.

But Oscar was really furious this time, completely ignoring her pleas for mercy.

Half of Irene's face was still swollen from the beating she received last night, making her look like she

was eating something big, which was a bit comical. And her face looked a bit miserable with the tear

stains still wet.

She had been kneeling on the cold tiles of the hall for an hour.

Since childhood, Oscar spoiled and cared her and Garrett very much.

This time Oscar was determined to punish them.

The gloomy and horrible atmosphere lasted for another two minutes.

Garrett, hanging in the garden and being beaten, screamed more and more faintly.

It seemed like he was not able to sustain it any longer!

Irene endured the sharp pain in her knees and marched to Oscar's feet, grabbing his pant leg and

crying for mercy.

"Dad, please spare my brother! He can't take it anymore. He was set up by that bitch Lyra! How can

you just punish your own kid? You should go and help me fix Lyra! Get rid of that Melissa!"

Oscar looked at her in shock and was so angry at her words that he viciously lifted her hand away.

"How could I have raised a daughter like you? Arrogant, domineering, flouting the law, turning black

and white upside down, and so mean-spirited that you want to kill everyone at the drop of a hat! What a

sin!"

Irene was lifted to the ground by him and stared at him, sneering.

"Wasn't it all taught by you? It was you who told me to be more ruthless when dealing with things. And

it's for my long term benefit. My only fault is that I didn't do it thoroughly enough!"

"You!"

Oscar was so angry that he was dizzy. Shaking his hand and pointing at her, he was unable to say a

word.

Irene: "If this time, I succeed, my brother may be able to marry Lyra. She has the right to inherit her

family's property. If she marries my brother in the future, will the property belong to all our family?"

"We will no longer have to be inferior to the other big families because we are in the bottom position of

the four big families!"

"Dad, I did this all about our family. You shouldn't treat me and Garrett like this! And he knew nothing

about this. He didn't deserve to be beaten!"

Oscar grunted heavily, "He is your brother, but also the pride of our family. He did not admonish you,

but also fool around with you and do such a disgrace to our family!"

"Dad!"

Oscar turned his face away, unmoved.

A servant in the garden ran toward them in a panic, "Mr. Oscar, Mr. Garrett has passed out again! If

you continue to beat him after he wakes up, I'm afraid he'll die. Mr. Oscar, please spare him!"

Irene and the sobbing Jane were both startled at the same time.

Oscar's eyes were slightly complicated and he didn't say anything.

Jane's eyes were fierce. She quickly took a fruit knife on the table, against Oscar's neck.

"Mom, you!"

"Jane! What are you doing? Put the knife down now!"

Oscar and Irene spoke up at the same time.

Instead of dropping it, Jane pushed it an inch closer, and the skin of his neck was cut with a shallow

bloody mark.

"Oscar, Garrett is my son! If you want to beat him to death, I don't want to live any more! Why don't you

just kill three of us? Then you can marry again and have another son?"

"Fine, I won't beat him anymore! Put the knife down! Let's have a talk."

Facing with his wife's death threat, Oscar finally gave in.

Garrett was carried back to his room by the servants, and Irene, who was distressed by her brother,

followed him all the way upstairs to treat his injuries.

The couple was soon the only left in the hall.

Oscar had already vented his anger out. Now he was smoking a cigarette calmly.

Jane was also thinking, "Honey, at the moment, the only way we can control the stock's decline is to

suppress the headline first."

"As for Malcolm, when Garrett is healed, we'll let him personally go to the White Manor to plead guilty.

With the old Mr. White, Malcolm can always let it go gently."

"After we deal with the toughest Malcolm, the companies that have terminated their cooperation with us

will always come back on their own."

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Now Malcolm was angry. They had to wait for a few days to cool him down so let's not mention it.

He took a long sigh and said in a mellow and steady voice, "As long as Keith doesn't let go, it's hard to

suppress the heat. You've seen his attitude. He even announced his withdrawal in public last night. It

really made us lose face!"

Jane was silent.

Keith was particularly radical this time and was clearly not less angry than Malcolm.

He was not going to let go easily.

"Dad, Keith can't make decision himself in his family. That he agreed to withdraw from the marriage

alone is useless. It has to be approved by Reginald."

Irene had dried her tears and walked gracefully down the stairs, continuing.

"You said before Reginald owes you a favor. If you beg him personally, I think he'll consider helping us

convince Keith. And besides, what will happen to Keith and Melissa if Reginald find out the thing about

them?"

In the beginning, Irene used this favor to get Reginald to insist on the engagement despite Keith's

objection.

In Irene's perception, since she didn't marry Keith successfully, the favor was not returned!

It was right to make a few more small requests.

Oscar's breath was heavy and he did not speak.

Maybe he'll just have to condescend and try this!

Lyre Spiti.

Malcolm was awakened by the smell of porridge.

When he opened his eyes, Lyra was sitting next to him, held a bowl of porridge and stirred the porridge

with a spoon while gently blowing it.

This image was so familiar.

Because of Charlotte's matter that made them misunderstand each other, he drenched in the rain in the

garden kneeling all night. Lyra knew later that she wronged him, so she personally cooked porridge for

him.

The difference was that Lyra, who saw him as an object of revenge, was cold and without a trace of pity

at that time.

This time, she looked gentle, and every action was doting.

"Have you waked?"

Lyra put down the bowl, helped him put up the pillows and let him lean against the bed.

Malcolm swallowed lightly, "How did I get back last night? I thought we agreed to wake me up when we

arrived?"

Lyra picked up the porridge again and continued stirring and blowing, "I asked Chad to carry you back.

When I saw you sleeping soundly, I didn't bother to wake you up."

She ladled a small spoonful of porridge and brought it to Malcolm's lips, "Here, eat slowly. Be careful of

the heat."

Malcolm froze for a couple of seconds and opened his mouth.

"First thing in the morning, there is a sweet feeding service. Why suddenly so attentive today?" It made

him a little uncomfortable, and always felt strange somewhere.

Lyra hid the strange look in her eyes and handed over another spoonful of porridge, "You worked hard

last night. You can consider it a treat for you today, OK?"

That was too easy to misunderstand. He was just hugging her! He needed to correct her properly!

The two of them started a discussion on the topic of "hard work", and the bowl of porridge was soon

empty and fed into Malcolm's stomach.

Lyra had arranged for Kellie to represent her at the company today and was going to spend another

day at home with Malcolm.

Afternoon.

Lyra was sitting cross-legged on the couch lazily, with Malcolm resting on her lap who was working on

business with his tablet.

The villa door was suddenly knocked on very sharply.

Outside the door was Eleven.

"Mr. Keith and Mr. Reginald are arguing in the family's hall. The situation is not good. You should go

back and take a look!"