The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 24 Who Is the Unlucky One?

Stacy was even more shocked beyond words.

Who the hell was this Lyra Carroll?

Well done Stacy! Just as she had finished saying that Lyra was doomed...

Lyra knew Cody Carver? But Stacy had read her profile. How could someone who grew up in an

orphanage know Cody Carver?

Thinking it might not be that simple, Stacy quietly backed away from the scene and dialed a phone

number.

And as the crowd looked at Lyra, their eyes filled with admiration.

Cody, the center of attention, was oblivious to the stares of the crowd.

Squatting next to Lyra and kneading her legs, Cody looked up at Lyra, his eyes sparkling, smiling like a

puppy dog.

"It's been a long time. Lyra, you're getting more and more beautiful. A beautiful woman can't be angry

with a kid like me, or you'll become ugly!"

Lyra's long finger poked him at his forehead, red lips approaching his ear. She whispered, "Knock it off.

From now on, be a good boy and stay in the crew for the filming. If you made troubles again I'll tell your

grandpa about your great achievements."

"Don't! He's going to beat the shit out of me!"

Cody felt an ache all over his body, and hurriedly pleaded with Lyra in a pitiful manner, "Lyra, don't

worry. I'll listen to whatever you say."

Lyra's red lips curled up into a smile, "Now then, go apologize to the cleaning lady."

"Huh?"

Cody's face changed, "I'm the young master of the Carver family. You want me to bow down to the

cleaning lady? My dignity... How could I, Lyra..."

Lyra put away her smile and looked serious again.

"It's the 21st century. You think you're the aristocrat or something? You lost your temper and smashed

all these things. She did nothing wrong, and still have to clean up your mess, not to mention that she

was trying to persuade you but got yelled at. Don't you think this is your fault?"

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When he turned his head and saw the cleaning lady was handling the mess he just made, he did feel

sorry about it. So he walked hesitantly forward, apologized sincerely, and gave the lady some money

as compensation.

The cleaning lady was very excited and talked to him nicely as well.

Lyra also let her agent to settle the compensation with the crew for the smashed props.

Throughout the afternoon, with Lyra on the set, Cody was very serious with his job and extraordinarily

cooperative. Almost every scene was finished with one or two takes, which made the director ecstatic

and keep thanking her.

She pursed her lips, "He is just young, still a naughty boy. Just need to teach him a lesson."

The director laughed and he admired Lyra even more.

When it was time to wrap up, Cody took Lyra's hand and coxed her, saying he would buy her dinner to

make amends for his actions against her today.

Lyra didn't have the heart to reject him, so she agreed.

In order to avoid the stalking fans and had a quiet environment for dinner, Cody almost fully disguised

himself, making himself unrecognizable unless one looked closely.

The two went to Frayton's most luxurious seven-star restaurant, the Doug Hotel.

As soon as she entered the restaurant, Lyra was attracted by the whole dark-color-scheme decoration.

She did not like to eat in a place too bright. She could better enjoy the food in a dimmer environment.

Having finished with ordering food, Cody winked at her and whispered, "Lyra, do you know the man at

that table? He has glanced at us several times since just now."

Lyra turned her head to look over and found it was Melvin who was eating at the next table with

Charlotte.

Charlotte also noticed her, casting a look full of smugness and provocation at her, like a victor.

Lyra withdrew her gaze, "That's the president of the Freeman Group."

Cody nodded knowingly, "Then the one next to him is probably the fiancée, who just announced today

that they would be engaged next month."

Lyra's hands paused for a second, but her face remained impassive and she concentrated on eating.

Cody, however, couldn't restrain himself from being gossipy, "I heard he had an ex-wife who had been

secretly married to him for three years, but they got divorced. Poor girl, how unlucky."

Lyra gave him a stare.

"That's me."

Cody did not understand her at first, puzzlement all over his face, but soon he came to realization, and

slapped on the table in astonishment.

"What! You're his ex-wife?!"

His voice was so loud that people around immediately glanced over.

Melvin at the next table even furrowed his eyebrows and looked gloomy.

Lyra scowled at Cody, who covered his mouth quickly. He could only whispered indignantly, "Good

riddance! He looks just like those good-looking douchebags. He doesn't deserve our Lyra!"

Lyra snorted, "So, I'm the unlucky one?"

Cody's face changed and he waved his hands repeatedly, speaking in full sincerity, "No, no, he's the

unlucky one. He can't even keep such a good woman as you. It's his loss."

"But..." he continued with a dry laugh, "Lyra, you're now back to single. Why not consider me? A sweet

boy who knows how to please his girl."

Lyra was thunderstruck by his words, almost choked to death on a mouthful of juice. She even

accidentally got her white pencil skirt stained with the juice.

"Lyra, are you okay?"

"It's fine. I'm going to the restroom to clean up and I'll be back soon."

After saying that, she got up and headed to the restroom.

Melvin at the next table overheard their conversation.

It had only been a few days since the divorce, and she had changed her date again?

Did she even know what she was doing!

The more Melvin thought about it, the angrier he got. But they were divorced, so whoever she wanted

to hook up with was none of his business, and he was in no position to question it.

But he was not happy. He felt uncomfortable.

Charlotte noticed that his face didn't look right and asked in a hushed voice, "Melvin, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I was thinking about the company."

Charlotte sighed in relief and pouted again, "It's been a long time since we've come out for a nice

dinner since I left the country. So today, you'll put aside what you're doing and just keep me company,

okay?"

The look on Melvin's face were indecipherable, his eyes fixed on a spot; seemed like he was pondering

over something.

He didn't answer Charlotte's words, stood up gracefully and casually straightened his collar.

"You eat first. I have something to do. I'll be back soon."

"Melvin!"

...

In the restroom, Lyra cleaned the stains off her skirt and fixed her makeup by the way.

She looked at herself in the mirror and was lost in thought for a moment.

During those three years in the Freeman family, she seldom put on any makeup. Laundry, cooking and

housekeeping, the chores made her haggard and she never got the chance dress herself up.

From now on, she was going to start a career, to be the proud little princess of the Lloyd family!

As for men, they would only affect her speed of drawing the sword.

When she was zoning out, a tall figure suddenly popped up at the door.

Lyra didn't even look at it, just concentrating on washing her hands.

Immediately afterwards, however, the sound of the door being locked from the inside was heard.

She raised her eyes in suspicion, and the man's familiar handsome face was reflected in her eyes.

Melvin walked towards her with an expressionless face and a cold, oppressive air all over his body.

Lyra looked at him in shock. She thought the face in front of her was an illusion. "I can't believe that the

most powerful man of Frayton's business circle would barge into the women's restroom and lock the

door. Are you really a pervert?"