The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 127

Lyra listened to the low growl inside and her palms clenched tighter and tighter.

But when she looked at Eleven, her face was still cold and cruel, "Do you think I have gone too far?"

Eleven knelt down on the spot, "I don't mean that. Miss, you were drugged last night. Today you want to return that pain, and it is right, but I know you don't really want to get Mr. Freeman killed."

Hearing him say this, Lyra felt much better.

She thought about it and looked to Seventeen, "Go to the Freeman Manor and bring Fiona here. Move fast."

"Yes, Miss."

Seventeen set off quickly.

The rest of the group was still listening to the sound in the basemen. The low growl and struggle were getting stronger and stronger. It seemed that he was on the verge of despair.

Even a few of the taller and larger bodyguards could barely listen to it, and even felt that it was a brutal auditory torture for them as well.

After another ten minutes, Lyra finally spoke up.

"Open the door and go get a bucket of ice water in the fridge. Bring it over to help him get rid of the fire."

The bodyguards first froze, then obediently followed Lyra's instructions and went to fetch some ice and a bucket of water.

"Squeak."

The door of the basement opened. Light penetrated through, and that light pulled Melvin's shadow in the middle long and narrow.

Melvin was lying on the floor curled up, just like a baby in its mother's womb.

The floor beneath him was soaked with sweat and his hair was wet with sweat as well, drooping in front of his forehead. He was like a big helpless and pitiful dog after being injured.

His entire body had run out of strength because of struggling for an hour. Still, he can not help but shake very fiercely and his face was so red that frightened them.

Feeling the blinding light shining on his eyelids, he struggled to raise his eyes.

In the blur, he saw a slender and familiar figure in the backlight.

He didn't think too much. His hands were shaking and eager to reach out to the figure. "Lyra ... me, I'm feeling so ... terrible... " said Melvin with hoarse voice.

Last night, he caused her to be drugged so hard and he was very heartbroken for that.

Today, he got his retribution. Would she feel better?

Wouldn't it offset a little of the disgust she felt for him in her heart?

His hands shook fiercely, but still, he stubbornly wanted to touch the figure. Obviously, it seemed very close. He thought he could touch her as long as he reached out his hands.

But it felt very far away, like the distance between the two, which could not be surmounted.

Because of the backlight, he could not see Lyra's expression, but could feel the coldness from her body.

The intense coldness made his heart throb violently, a hundred times harder than when the drug kicked in.

Lyra just watched him quietly, from a distance, without moving.

Noticing that Melvin hadn't taken his eyes off her since he opened them, her eyes moved slightly, but she said nothing.

And Melvin was still waiting, waiting for her to say even a word with a hint of pity.

However, what he waited for was the ice water that Eighteen poured over his head.

His original hot body simply can not withstand the sudden huge temperature difference. He was poured by this bucket of ice water. And the coldness seemed to penetrate into his bones. His whole body shivered even more, and teeth clacked. He couldn't control his consciousness and began to feel drowsy.

"Eighteen, who told you to pour it directly on his head!"