The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 75 Let Her be Reviled by the World even if she dies

"What's happened to Abigail?"

Jamie turned off the TV and asked.

"Abigail was taken away by Keith. He said he got a doctor to operate on her. But the surgery went

wrong and Abigail ..."

Katelyn cried her eyes out with grief, and continued, "I went to Keith's villa to ask him, but he just

wouldn't give me back our daughter. She was already gone, and he kicked me out!"

She covered her chest and sobbed.

Jamie hurriedly poured her a glass of water, helped her sit down, and gently patted her back.

"Keith is not someone we can afford to mess with."

After hearing the sad news about their daughter, Jamie's eyes also turned red, but it was Keith who ...

One was the corpse of their daughter, and the other side was Keith who was an influential man in

entertainment industry, not to mention he had the support of the Lloyd family, the richest family in

Suham. Even if he was pained by the death of their daughter, and wanted Keith to pay the price, he Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

dared not easily provoke him.

He was caught in the middle.

Charlotte sat on the side with an unconcealed and gloating look.

Katelyn eased over from the grief, saw her smile and became more angry, pointing at her and cursing.

"You bitch, you're the one who screwed my daughter! If it wasn't for you, Abigail would not have been in

a car accident! I lose my beloved daughter because of you!"

Charlotte snorted and laughed, "I didn't let her get drunk and crash her car, nor did I send her to Keith

to force her to have an operation. What does her death have to do with me? Don't frame me up and

throw mud at me."

She rolled her eyes in disgust and placed a crystal cup in her hand heavily on the coffee table.

"You bitch. Why have you known in advance last night that Abigail was dead!? You still dare to quibble.

I will beat you to death today!"

Katelyn, who was furious, grabbed the TV remote from the coffee table and threw it at her.

"Stop it all!"

Jamie yelled and the two had to stop their fight.

Charlotte moved to the side of the couch to keep her distance from Katelyn and spoke lightly.

"Tomorrow is the day Melvin said he would give an account to the public. We can use this opportunity

to make public the news of my sister's death."

"What do you mean? You're going to take advantage of Abigail like this when she's dead?"

Katelyn got vexed again, and Jamie hurriedly pulled her back and gestured for Charlotte to continue.

"Tomorrow we'll hold a press conference, and while announcing Abigail's death, put all the blame on

Lyra, so as not to offend Keith. But take the advantage of public opinion."

She had been planning this reception tomorrow for a long time.

Even if Lyra died, she will ruin this bitch's reputation and make her be disdained by everyone!

Jamie pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement with her offer.

"Then we will follow your plan. Arrange this matter properly."

Jamie was listless and still sad. He sighed and led Katelyn go upstairs.

Because there was still a day before the announcement, all the media still continued to pay attention to

this matter, and the masses were waiting for the truth to be revealed online.

This night, perhaps many people were tossing and turning. It was difficult to sleep well.

Lyra, naturally had not forgotten it and was waiting for this big show to take the stage tomorrow.

Late at night, she remained extraordinarily awake and sleepless.

After turning over a few times in bed, she got out of bed, went to the cabinet on tiptoe, and took out a

small wooden box at the top.

She gently opened the small box and took out a photo at the bottom of the box.

It was a wedding photo of her and Melvin, and this was the only one.

If old Freeman, Clayton did not force Melvin to take a wedding photo with her, perhaps the three years

of marriage in the end will not even leave a photo together.

She clutched the photo tightly, and her gaze was deep.

The knuckles were slightly white because of the force. She was cold as usual and there was no

expression on her face.

She was so engrossed in watching that didn't hear Keith knocking several times on the door.

Keith just stood quietly by the door, watching her, and sighing silently.

Melvin was so cold and heartless to her. Can she still not let go?

He was about to walk in and offer words of comfort when Lyra's next move startled him in place.

She picked up the scissors, aimed at the middle of the photo and cut it in half without hesitation. Then

she cut Melvin's photo into pieces.

"Rara, what are you doing?"

Keith walked in and patted her shoulder in relief, "I thought it was because you couldn't let go and

thought of him again ..."

"No"

Lyra sneered, and the expression on her face suddenly became fierce overwhelmingly.

"It's time for him to pay the debt he owes me for these three years of marriage."

...

It was a long night.

Charlotte, who was tossing and turning in bed, could not sleep peacefully.

Melvin did not contact her whole day, and she was too busy preparing for the press conference the

next day to call him.

Tomorrow was the day he promised to give an account to the public.

Without talking to him, she always felt insecure in her heart.

She leaned against the head of the bed, sat up, and touched her cell phone that was on the nightstand.

Then she opened on her address book and dialed his number.

A busy tone rang through the receiver.

The phone was never answered, only the familiar female voice saying "The number you have called is

switched off."

On weekdays, Melvin will occasionally turn on the mute in order to work, but never turn off the phone.

Charlotte panicked and was about to dial again when the phone rang first.

After seeing the name noted on the screen, she picked up the phone and asked with anxiety, "Where's

Melvin? Where is he?"

"Miss Charlotte, I'm at the back door of the house. Can you come down here yourself?"

The voice coming from the phone was very faint.

Charlotte was shocked, and hurriedly changed into a casual dress, and went out the door gingerly.

Fred, who was waiting at the back door, kept looking and finally saw her hurrying towards him.

"What are you doing here? Isn't Melvin with you? Why isn't he answering my calls?" Charlotte was

confused and unease.

She swept glance at Fred, who was scowling.

With the dim light, she saw his hair was disheveled. And there were several openings on his clothes

and pants. His face was still scarred, and there was a smell of blood all over his body.

"What's wrong with you? Who hurt you like this?" Her emotions turned from confusion to shock, but her

heart grew more and more anxious.

"After boss learned that Lyra jumped out of the plane, he drove straight over to look for her and hasn't

returned yet. The signal towers are too far apart from each other. Boss should not have received your

call. And ... he should not be able to return for a while."

"What?! He's gone to Lyra?"

Charlotte's heart tightened and she hurriedly asked again, "So is my plan exposed?"