The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 574 Disfigure and turn the richest woman into my slave

More than ten minutes later, several black vans had stopped in a suburban scrap plant.

Lyra was carried by bodyguards and placed in an abandoned house in the plant.

It was very dusty inside and Lyra was put on the floor, lying on her side.

The bodyguards turned to leave, but glanced at the half of her face that was originally pressed against

the dirt on the ground, as if it had slightly moved.

They turned back inexplicably and fixed his eyes on it.

Well, it should be an illusion.

They left the house, closed the door and left it unlocked, leaving four bodyguards to watch her.

Anne was talking to Paul in front of the empty space of the plant.

Paul looked sullen, could not bear to say harsh words to her and only dared to whisper accusations,

"Why do you have to tie her? Do you want to kill her? After all, she is the richest woman in Crana. Her

status is extraordinary. Her husband is Malcolm White. We're still in Crana. If there is any accident, I

can escape but can't protect you."

To kidnap and take Lyra away, Paul actually refused it. However, it was not convenient to talk more on

the phone, so he can only act first in accordance with her wishes.

Although he was questioning, his tone was very gentle.

Anne, however, seemed to be sacred by him and her eyes were watery.

"Sweetheart, why are you crying? I don't mean to scold you. I'm just worried about your safety."

A tear from Anne disturbed Paul's whole heart.

He hurriedly hugged her into his arms and coaxed her with gentle words.

Anne whimpered and explained in an aggrieved manner, "You don't even know how Lyra bullies me

these days. I came all the way to Crana to find her because she stole my business. She purposely

ignored me for two or three days, and, look at me."

She tilted her neck and showed him the red marks on her face from the slap.

The light was dim at night. Paul did not pay attention before. When he took a closer look, he found her

face injured.

"Babe, does it hurt? Did she hit you? Wasn't she drugged out of consciousness?"

Anne was crying pathetically and talked nonsense, "It happened before dinner. She slapped me just

because I am dissatisfied with her mistreatment of Mr. Collin and help Mr. Collin. She also cursed me. I

said I am your girlfriend. She said she simply did not take you seriously. It's really excessive. "

Paul listened to her graphic story and became angry, "She really said that?"

"Yes, she is too arrogant. Honey, face is the most important thing for a woman. I am a guest of the

Lloyd family. She dares to hit me directly. This is equivalent to hit your face. You can not just let her go

off."

Paul stroked her slightly swollen half of her face, "I am at least the noble Earl of Owhi. You are my most

beloved girlfriend. How can I tolerate her bullying you like this? It is indeed time to teach her a good

lesson. What are you going to do?" This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Anne's beautiful eyes as if quenched with poison, and she said the most vicious words with innocent

voice.

"I want to destroy her demon-like face with my own hands. Then change her name, take her out of

Cran and turn her into a maid by my side. Let her do the most menial of jobs, so that she will willingly

kneel at the feet of the woman she once despised the most and beg for mercy."

Paul was dumbfounded.

Anne's impression in his heart had always been that of a naive, sweet little girl who could actually put

forward so many vicious and torturous methods.

"Anne, do you know what you're talking about?"

Anne suppressed the sharpness in her eyes and leaned into his arms in grievance, "I don't want her life

but turn her into my slave. This must be fun. Are you really not looking forward to it at all? The richest

woman in the country will become my slave, and the reputation of the Owhil nobility will be recovered."

Paul was successfully persuaded by her, "You're soft-hearted and cute. If I were you, I would definitely

kill her directly, but you have to keep her alive."

Under the moonlight, he and Anne kissed sweetly.

After a sloppy kiss, Paul thought it too late to deepen the kiss, and Anne stopped him just in time.

"Honey, it's late. Let's get it over with and get out of Crana tomorrow, okay?"

"OK, it's all yours."

Paul took out a newly purchased dagger from his trouser pocket, "The dagger is quite sharp. Be

careful. Don't hurt yourself."

Anne took the dagger and pouted and kissed his beard, "Paul, I love you."

After getting the conditions to approach Lyra alone, Anne resolutely entered the locked house.

A few bodyguards wisely closed the door and waited outside.

Lyra seemed to be still unconscious, lying motionlessly on the ground.

Anne crouched down in front of her, holding the dagger close to her face. The tip of the dagger was

wandering over Lyra's fair and smooth skin, but she was not in a hurry to strike.

Lyra seemed to be awakened by a slight tingle in her face and slowly opened her eyes to meet Anne's

gaze.

"Ms. Lloyd, you're awake just in time."

Lyra's tone was unhurried, "You kidnapped me? What is it that makes you hate me so much?"

"I do hate you. You're so beautiful. It must be fun if your face is ruined." Anne's eyes looked arrogant.

She was no longer pretending to be innocent and simple.

Her malicious intention was exposed little by little.

Lyra laughed, "I have no grudge against you but there is only one woman in this world who can hate

me so much. That is Ethel, so who are you?"

Anne gently raised her eyebrows, which was very disdainful, "Ethel is dead. The Lloyd family's

illegitimate daughter is worthy of comparison with me? I am Anne."

Lyra didn't believe it at all, "I've been at your mercy. You still won't admit it?"

Anne was insistent, "I am not so why should I admit it?"

Her eyes looked fierce, and she aimed the dagger at Lyra again, "I will cut your face thirty times. Take

you away when you're disfigured. Change your name and become my slave. I want you to do the

dirtiest and most tiring work. Suffer thirty lashes every day and punish kneeling all night."

The more she said, the more intense the hatred under in eyes was. Suddenly, she laughed out loud,

which was maniacal to the extreme.

"Lyra Lloyd, these are your means of abusing others. Later you will taste it yourself to know what it is

like!"

Lyra just stared at her and her eyes looked cold.

Even if both of her hands and feet were tied, and Anne held a sharp dagger, there was still not a

slightest panic on Lyra's face.

Her calmness and composure made Anne more and more angry as she looked at her and pinched her

face.

"What I hate the most is that you always act like you have everything under control and don't take

others into account. But Lyra, what makes you act like this?!"

"You were only born a little luckier than ordinary people. You are destined to have a successful life.

Everyone is in your favor. I don't believe it. I will trample you into the mud, let you become Owhil

untouchability, and you can never turn over!"

Anne was excited and waved a dagger in her hand and tried to slash Lyra's face.