The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 565 Fake brother, real sister-in-law

Collin's expression was miserable and his eyes looked dark with sarcasm.

But he was satirizing himself.

"Answer me. You always know the rules so well. Don't you know that when the head of the family asks

a question, you have to answer honestly?"

Lyra pinched his jaw and looked at him. Her beautiful eyes looked domineering.

Collin did not speak, but recalled Anne's words before she left.

He said, "She said she's afraid you won't let me off the hook if she speaks up for me today. So she was

asking me if I consider standing with her on a united front?"

Before Anne came here, she should have expected Lyra would come as well, so she deliberately said

those words to intensify their already fragile kinship.

Thinking resentfully, he frowned and hid the pain, never saying a word.

"It's good for you. There is not a word of truth. It seems you choose to help her?"

Lyra's chest rose with anger. She was breathing deeply, straightening her slender waist and loosening

the shackle on his jaw.

She had a contemptuous smile, "You are really her good brother. Whenever it comes to her, you

protect her to the end."

"Collin, if one day Ethel and I are both being held at gunpoint and you have a gun in your hand but only

one bullet. And you could only save one person. Would you save her or me?"

Collin reddened his eyes, noticed her chilling expression on her face and reached out to grab her hand,

"Rara ..."

When he reached his hand out, Lyra took a step back. NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

The small coffee table between the two was like the wall that spanned between them, which was

difficult to cross.

"For Anne's identity, I am bound to seek proof to the end. If you stop me, don't blame me for

disregarding the last kinship, and fixing her together with you."

After her harsh words, Lyra turned around and left.

"Rara ...Lyra, listen to me."

Collin held his knees and tried to get up to stop her, but his legs hurt so badly that he took a long time

to bear the pain.

With his hoarse voice and pitiful expression, he looked like he was helpless after being abused and

distrusted.

He was no longer the unbeatable and spirited first captain Collin.

Lyra was touched slightly, stopped and turned back to stare at him coldly, "I'll only listen to your

explanation this once."

The opportunity was given so it was up to him whether he could grasp it.

Collin stared at her stunning but indifferent face from a distance, carefully helping her analyze the pros

and cons.

"Ethel's supporters were me and dad once upon a time. Now that dad was dead and I'm suspended

and idle at home, she has no backers and can be at your mercy."

"But Anne is different, Paul Hoare is at least the Earl of Owhil. Behind him is entire nobility. If you are

too serious about Anne's identity, Paul Hoare will feel offended and Lloyd's Corp can be at crisis. I don't

want to see you offend him in order to get no evidence of the investigation."

He was just afraid that Lyra would get into trouble and be in danger, and he was worried about her.

Lyra raised her chin proudly and her gaze was disdainful.

"What I am not afraid of is offending people. Some years ago, I did my own thing in a disciplined

manner, but there were still people who wanted to put me to death three or four times. Even my own

brother helped to conceal the truth. What else do I have to fear?"

The only way to really fix the villain who was secretly making trouble was to be strong. No one else can

be relied on, not even the closest relatives.

When they were looking at each other, Lyra sneered.

Collin paled little by little. Even his backbone was stiff.

He had a bitter taste in his throat, but could not explain, and could only lower his head in defeat and

listen to Lyra's mentioning of the past things.

"If you are sincerely repentant and apologize, you should be more peaceful, help me answer the

confusion and confirm early Anne's true identity. Don't persuade me to let her go. You know my temper.

For what I want to do, I will not rest until I get the answer."

With the last words to express her position, she turned to leave the hall without looking back.

Douglas, with two bodyguards, was standing guard right outside to prevent anyone from creeping over

and eavesdropping.

When they saw Lyra come out, the three bent down respectfully.

Lyra looked at the clouds in the sky and instructed the bodyguards, "Go get the whip. According to the

rules Mr. Collin set for himself before, twenty lashes every afternoon from now on. No relenting"

The butler and the bodyguards looked at each other and froze at the same time.

Lyra frowned in displeasure, "My words don't work?"

"We dare not. Yes, lady."

Anning Hill was very big. When she was a child, Reginald built a small horse farm at the bottom of the

hill because Lyra liked to ride horses.

Lyra's first pony was flown in by Collin from Atria as a birthday present for her on her eleventh birthday.

She loved it at the time, but since the accident went to Frayton, she had never ridden that horse until

now.

Recalling the past for a few minutes, the bodyguards quickly found a whip and, after bending and

bowing to Lyra, pushed the door open into the hall.

In the hall, Collin was still scribbling, and did not stop moving despite hearing footsteps.

"Mr. Collin, excuse me. Twenty lashes is the order of the lady."

Collin put down his pen calmly and in a reserved demeanor.

Seemingly, he used to it due to his previous self-abusive behavior. He quickly took off his suit jacket

and wore only a thin shirt for punishment. And he pushed the small coffee table forward two steps to

avoid accidentally ruining the pages he had just finished copying.

Lyra didn't leave, and stood in the doorway for a long time until a sharp, continuous whipping sound

came from inside.

The sound was extraordinarily pronounced and could be heard with alarm.

Lyra pinched her palm tightly and held back the strange emotions in her heart as she took one step out

of the villa and got into the limousine leaving Anning Hill.

Despite sitting in the car, with the windows closed, she felt it abnormal as if she could still hear the

sound of whipping in the hall.

The sound of it disturbed her.

Malcolm was right. No matter how wrong Collin was doing, Kathleen was always her sister-in-law who

would always think of her husband.

It should not be Collin's fault that made Kathleen sad.

Perhaps there were some things that should be explained to Kathleen in advance.

With that in mind, instead of getting out of the car and going to the Collin's villa, she made a phone call

to Kathleen.

Ten minutes or so later, Kathleen trotted over toward the limousine.

Despite that she was running, she still behaved elegantly and calmly, with an excellent temperament,

not inferior to the reputation of the most beautiful stewardess of the year.

Opening the passenger door, Kathleen got in, "Lyra, you want to see me?"

"I'm afraid you have doubts in your heart about my punishment of Collin this time, right?"

Kathleen did not hide it from her, "Indeed there are doubts, but I know you are never someone who is

unreasonable and just vents out at random. Since you choose to do this, you must have your purpose

and reason."

Lyra was relieved to hear that, "I'm glad you understand me."

Since the accident in Atria, Malcolm replaced this business limousine's window glass with bulletproof

one. Even the metal shell of the body was combat-grade. And its anti-bugging feature was excellent. All

of this was quite expensive.

The exchange between the two in the car was not audible outside.

Ten minutes later, Kathleen heard the whole story.

She was very supportive of any decision Lyra made, "You always have your own idea. You can do

whatever you want to do. I will never stop you, and never give you a handicap."

Lyra was impressed to hear it and taunted internally.

Collin, her brother was just fake and simply bullshit

Kathleen was like her biological sister and had never been the first to support her.