The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 65: Touch my people, and this is the price

"What?!"

The kidnapper didn't expect her to ask this off-topic question suddenly and didn't realize what happen

for a while.

"I ask, which hand hit her and which foot kicked her?"

Lyra said one by one, and smiled with her eyebrows arched.

Obviously, the woman in front of him smiled brightly, but the kidnapper leader could feel her vaguely

threatening aura, continued to kowtow to beg for mercy, and even slapped himself.

"I'm sorry. Beauty! Oh no! Queen!Please let me go!"

"One last chance."

Lyra's eyes narrowed slightly and her face looked a little displeased.

"Right ... right hand, both feet have kicked ...," the kidnapper replied while shuddering.

Lyra got up and took a barbed stick from the corner of the cabin.

Keith knew she was angry and didn't step forward to stop her.

"Ah!"

Soon, the kidnapper's howls of pain echoed through the cabin.

Melvin quietly watched the whole process of torturing him with her own hands.

Last time he had seen with his own eyes how badly several of Grandviz's directors had been beaten up

by her at the hotel, but this time he was still shocked by how tough she was.

In just a few minutes, the head kidnapper was beaten up by her and cried out. For his hands and feet

which had touched Melissa's body, she beat him badly. And there was not a single piece of unscathed

skin on his body.

Seeing that it was almost done, Lyra threw the stick and clapped her hands, "If you dare to touch my

people, this is the price."

"Should we have someone beat him up two more times?"

Keith asked eagerly, fearing that his little princess was not relieved enough.

"No need, his right hand and knee have been shattered. He will be a cripple for the rest of his life."

She coldly swept a glance at the four masked men who were held down by the bodyguards, "I will pay

back those who hurt my people a hundred times."

Melvin looked at her in a daze and found her unexpectedly protective.

"What about you? Did you get hurt yourself after helping her out?" Keith looked worried.

"Yes, there is!" Lyra pouted, spread her hands out and held them up to him, "My hands are red after all

that fighting."

Keith immediately took her small hand and gently wrapped it in his palms, bringing it to his mouth and

blowing gently on it.

"How's that? Does it still hurt?"

He took her hand and rubbed it tenderly a few more times. His eyes looked so doting.

"It won't hurt if you rub it a little longer." Lyra enjoyed his massage and continued to fawn.

The intimacy of the two, as if no one was watching them, made Melvin unhappy and his dark eyes glow

with anger.

Lyra noticed the unusual gaze next to her and turned her head to look at him, "Mr. Freeman, you have

a plenty of time? Why don't you care more about your fiancee? This time she messes with my people. I

will not let her go off. If you protect her, I will even fix you."

Lyra returned to her ruthless expression.

She didn't give him time to respond, and with a cold snort, she exited the cabin, not willing to stay with

him for a moment longer.

Keith arranged his bodyguard to pick up the unconscious Melissa and followed her out.

Melissa's injuries were serious and she was injected with a coma-causing drug by the kidnappers. If

she was not taken to the hospital immediately, she feared her life would be in danger.

Lyra ordered someone to put her on the passenger side of her Magotan, adjusted the seat to a

comfortable curve, and drove as fast as she could to get back to the city.

Keith drove behind her and was alarmed at her increasing speed.

The nearest hospital to them happened to be the city hospital where Charlotte was hospitalized.

Although Lyra did not want to enter here, she did not want to delay. Still she checked in and asked an

experienced doctor to treat Melissa.

After several hours of emergency treatment, Melissa's condition was stabilized.

Although there were many wounds on her body, none of them hurt the vital. She had not woken up

because of excessive drug intake, but as long as she recuperated in the hospital for a few days, she

can be discharged after recovering her body.

Lyra was at her bedside, looking at her pale face with a frown.

"What are you going to do? There's always a plan to counter-kill."

Keith asked, standing beside her and looking at the side of her face.

"This time, I was going to ignore it, but they kept challenging me and even hurt my best friend. I will let

them know that if they dare to mess with me, they must pay the price!"

Keith saw that she was really angry this time and wasn't going to discourage her.

"I must attack her vitals. Then this time start with the Matthews family that has brought her to this

height today."

"The Matthews family?"

Keith rubbed his chin, "Makes sense, but it's not that easy."

"I'm only starting with the Matthews family and not endangering innocent people." Lyra smiled slightly,

which looked dangerous but charming.

Keith was confused, "What do you mean?"

"If memory serves me correctly, it seems in addition to Charlotte, who is recovering from her injuries

here, her sister Abigail is also in this hospital. She suffers a car accident and becomes a vegetable"

Lyra picked up a glass of water and took a sip, and did not answer him directly, but the words had a

deep meaning.

Keith looked at her brightly smiling face and seemed to understand something.

...

Half an hour later, she took a few bodyguards up to the fourth floor and arrived at the door of Abigail's

ward.

Several of the Matthews family's bodyguards stopped them and the two groups of people scuffled.

The incident soon alerted Katelyn, who was in the lounge, and she pulled Lyra, who was about to enter

the ward, in shock and anger.

"What else do you want to do? Abigail has already become a vegetable in the hospital. What do you

want to do with her?"

"Mrs. Matthews, there is no need to be so nervous. I will not do anything to your daughter. I am here to

take her away."

Katelyn didn't expect her to say something like that, "I won't let you take her! I won't allow it! If you want

to take her, you'll have to step over my dead body first!"

"Don't you want to find out who did this to your daughter?"

Lyra raised her eyebrows slightly.

"I have a way to find out who's behind this and, to get Abigail to wake up."

"What! You mean Abigail she ..."

Katelyn's pupils dilated on the spot.

She always thought that Abigail's car accident was just an accident, and never thought that someone

else could have caused this.

Today, after listening to Lyra, she thought about it and this was indeed suspicious.

Despite this, Katelyn didn't fully trust her, "No, who knows what you'll do to her if you take her away? I

have no reason to trust you. Don't you dare try to do something to Abigail."

"You're overthinking it."

Lyra casually sat down on the corridor bench, crossed her legs, and looked at her with a faint smile on

her face, "I'll say this one last time. I'll wake her up and help you find the culprit."

"Why would you help me?"

Katelyn glanced at a few strong bodyguards around her. The bodyguards she had arranged at the door

were controlled by her without any effort, and they were not even able to fight back.

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Katelyn was deep in thought.

Lyra seemed to read her thoughts and smiled, "As you can see, you'll just have to choose to trust me."