The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 572 Rara faints and fakes it?

As if relieving her, Anne continued to pat Kathleen's hand, "Don't worry ma'am. I'm just helping you and

Mr. Collin get back what belongs to you. By the way, I'll help AN Group get another collaboration. How

could I possibly harm anyone's life?"

She leaned in close to Kathleen's ear and whispered, "I have everything arranged. All you have to do is

cooperate with me tomorrow night."

Anne was vigilant and refused to reveal the contents of the plan. Kathleen had no choice. If she made

further questioning, it would be easy to arouse suspicion.

"It's late. Miss Windsor, rest early."

Kathleen withdrew her hand from Anne's, got up and headed upstairs.

Anne watched her back and wondered what she was thinking.

*

Next day before night.

Lyra, who was well prepared, took a trip back to Anning Hill.

Collin, because of his leg problems, did not get out of bed except for his daily toilet and bath, and even

his meals were fed by Kathleen, spoon by spoon, on the bedside table.

When Lyra arrived at the villa, several cooks in the kitchen were preparing dinner in earnest, and every

now and then the aroma of stir-fried vegetables would waft in.

Both Kathleen and Anne greeted her at the door. With a cold expression, she first went upstairs to the

master bedroom to visit Collin who was ill.

"Kathleen, you and Miss Windsor go out first. I have something I want to talk to Collin about alone."

"Okay, don't talk too long. Dinner is almost ready."

Lyra nodded her head.

Waiting for Kathleen and Anne to leave, Lyra locked the door, walked to the bedside chair and sat

down, looking at Collin who was leaning on the bed and looked weak.

Collin looked at her and asked in a hoarse voice, "What do you want to ask?"

"I want to ask what are you running from?"

Collin lowered his eyelids, "What do you mean?"

Lyra unforgivingly demolished his cover, "With your physique, even if there is rheumatism problem, you

won't lie in bed for three days. It's impossible you can't walk and go downstairs to have dinner but

Kathleen personally bring it up to feed you."

Collin blinked gently with his eyes lowered. No one knew what he was thinking.

Lyra continued, "Do you think you can choose to get out of my fight with Anne by doing this? Do you

really know which is more important?"

Collin's hands were quietly clutching the sheet, and he did not say a word.

Lyra gave him a cold look and stood up gracefully, stroking the folds of her skirt, "You'd better think for

yourself. If Anne has nothing to do with Ethel, you naturally have nothing to do with her."

"But if the truth is just the opposite, it's your turn to make a choice."

"If you choose wrong, not only me, I'm afraid Micah, Keith, even the whole family will not forgive you.

You will also cause Kathleen to be implicated and squeezed out by you."

Lyra had cleared the stake with him in advance, turned around and left.

"Rara, I'm not running away. I'm just ..."

Lyra didn't want to hear it, so she resolutely unscrewed the door handle and left the master bedroom

without looking back.

Looking at the empty room, Collin's heart had mixed feelings.

*

After exiting the master bedroom, Lyra went downstairs to the dining room, where Kathleen and Anne

were already seated making small talk.

It also seemed to have a good chat.

Lyra walked over and sat down directly in the main seat.

Anne saw that she didn't even consider saving a seat for Collin and took the main seat. Her smile froze

for a moment, and she quickly returned to its previous normal state.

Once they all sat down, the cooks quickly served the food.

Among the dishes on the table, there were a few dishes that Lyra was not familiar with.

She looked over at Kathleen, "A new cook in the house?"

Kathleen: "Yes, Miss Windsor says she wants Owhil food, so she hires a chef from Owhil. These five

dishes are the specialties that new chef made."

Lyra decided to pick up the fork, picked up one of the potato balls and tasted it.

"It tastes good."

Anne, as if she was being praised, was joyful, "If you like it, you can eat more. In addition to these

specialties, there is also a red wine veal steak baked by Chef Owhil for each of us. Can you try it?"

She stared behind her at Chef Owhil.

The chef immediately turned around and went to the kitchen, bringing out three plates of colorful and

flavorful red wine veal steaks.

Lyra stared at the steak in front of her rather admiringly, "Well, it looks just fine. The red wine marinates

the steak in a drizzle of black pepper sauce. Very fragrant."

A servant handed her a knife and fork, and Lyra elegantly cut off a small piece of steak and put it in her

mouth to chew on.

As she tasted the Owhil dish, Kathleen and Anne stared at her at the same time.

One looked nervous and one had secret joy inside her heart.

"What are you looking at me for?" Lyra looked at the two when they each had a different expression on

their faces.

Anne laughed, "Looking at your posture and movement in cutting the steak, I just admire you're worthy

of being the first richest woman in Crana. You can have such an aura even when you're eating."

Lyra did not expose her, "We're having the dinner, so stop flattering. Hurry up and eat. I have business

in the evening and will leave Anning Hill."

Anne withdrew her eyes, stopped talking and tasted the red wine veal steak in front of her.

Since no one else spoke, the table was quiet and the meal was soon finished.

There was nothing wrong with the meal, but just after eating, Lyra felt uncomfortable.

She held her forehead in weakness and her eyebrows knitted slightly.

Kathleen immediately asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Lyra didn't think so, "It's okay. I'm probably too tired from work these days, so I'm a bit sleepy. I'll borrow

the guest room to rest for a while. I should be fine."

"I'll help you."

Kathleen helped her upstairs, intending to settle her into the bed in the guest room. Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

The two walked to the corner of the stairs in the blind spot of vision away from Anne's line of sight. Lyra

moved quickly to take out a pill prepared in advance, stuffed into the mouth, and fell into Kathleen's

arms.

"Lyra! Lyra, wake up!"

Hearing Kathleen's panicked cries, Anne immediately ran over to check.

"Ms. Lloyd is ... fainting?"

Kathleen didn't bother to watch her act anymore, "Yeah, she's really unconscious. No need to act. She

can't hear you. You put something in her portion of steak, didn't you? What's the next step?"

Anne didn't look surprised but cold, "It's just knockout drops. You send her into the guest room first and

tie her up."

Kathleen did as she was told.

Anne went to her room , put on a pair of leather gloves that covered her fingerprints, took out a

document that Paul had printed and sent through the cook, took a black ink pen with her, and went to

the guest room where Lyra was housed.

Kathleen just tied Lyra's hands and feet with rope.

Anne put the document on the table and decisively signed Lyra Lloyd's name on the bottom right corner

of the last page.

Kathleen went over and found that the document was a waiver of the Lloyd's Corp executor's rights,

and Anne's signature really did look a lot like Lyra's handwriting.

Kathleen was mildly surprised, "How did you manage to imitate Lyra's notes?"

Anne said absently as she signed, "Ms. Lloyd is, after all, a businesswoman I admire, so I learned

early."

Kathleen heard only one very important message from her in these words.

The imitation of Lyra's notes was not a whim, but a premeditated one.