The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 216

"We're in a modern society! It's all about freedom of marriage. How can you help me get engaged without asking me!?"

Lyra stood up and was furious.

Reginald was speechless by what she said and tried to pull her arm, which she viciously dodged it.

He withdrew his hand and stroked his beard. Then he lost his confidence.

"Baby ... it's decided. Why don't you wait until you meet that Malcolm before you decide? He is really nice, just five years older than you. He will love you. I am so picky but I think he is nice. You will like him as well."

"Five years older!? It's too old! I don't like it!"

Lyra didn't listen to what her dad said at all.

She had no intention of re-entering a relationship for the time being, let alone getting engaged and married. She didn't even think about it!

"He is only twenty-eight years old. Is he old? Isn't your ex-husband also five years older than you?"

Lyra choked, "It's not the same! This is non-negotiable. Hurry up and back out of the marriage!"

Reginald's voice was even fainter, "I can't ...it was decided yesterday. I made an appointment with the old Mr. White to announce your engagement at your welcoming party in three days."

Lyra took a deep breath and pushed down her anger.

"I don't care what kind of party you're throwing. You can't back out of the marriage, can you? I'll do it myself!"

She slammed the door in anger and left.

Reginald looked at her fiery back and shook his head helplessly.

She was getting more similar to her mother in terms of temper. There must be a man who can subdue her temper!

Lyra came out of the study and went straight all the way out into the garden.

Eleven and other bodyguards were waiting at the door.

She was angry. After all, her father was sick, and his legs were not good. As a daughter, she should accompany her father since she came back.

So she asked the bodyguards to back to the hotel to pack her luggage. She intended to move to the villa and live temporarily.

She stood in the doorway for a moment pondering what to do about the marriage.

After thinking for a while, she saw Douglas who was standing right next to her.

Lyra called him over, "Douglas, do you know where the White family's Manor is?"

"I know. Who are you going to see here?"

Lyra was covered in murderous rage, "Malcolm."

Seeing that she didn't look good, Douglas did not dare to delay and hurriedly wrote the address to her.

Lyra followed the address and looked for it.

Charles, the old butler of the White family, was aware of Lyra's engagement to Malcolm and was happy to welcome her in.

It was Lyra's first time visiting the Whites Manor.

The White Manor was also very large, but unlike Lloyd's Parlor, which was located on a hill. It was more like buying a piece of plain, and all the villas and houses were decorated in a vintage style.

There were bamboo forest, pavilion, stream and rockery.

The atmosphere of a bookish family came to the surface, and the solemn and elegant designs all shew that the White family was a big family with traditional thinking.

Lyra felt as if she had walked into an ancient mansion of a great wealthy man, but it had a different feeling.

She followed Charles and finally arrived at the door of Malcolm's separate villa.

Charles led her over and left.

Lyra sat on the living room's couch in Malcolm's villa and waited for a long time before one of the bodyguards hurriedly came down and said.

"Sorry Miss Lloyd, Master Malcolm is not available at the moment. He is busy with his work. And I am afraid he cannot see you."

She frowned slightly.

From the time she came in, no servants came to pour her a cup of tea, and the bodyguard's words were meant to urge her to leave.

It seemed that this Malcolm was not very happy about the marriage either.

That was right up her alley.

"That's okay. I have plenty of time today. I can wait."

"This ..."

The bodyguard blushed, "He will be busy all day. I'm afraid, why don't ... you come back another day?"

Lyra got a little upset, "Since I'm here, there's no reason to just leave without seeing him."

She got up suddenly and walked around the bodyguard to go upstairs.

"Miss Lloyd, that's not very nice of you, is it?"

"Since the old Mr. White got all engaged last night, you have a problem with me asking my fiancé for something?" Lyra's eyes were cold.

"I don't dare ..."

She asked in a deep voice, "Which floor? Where is he?"

"On the second floor. To the right to the innermost study."

Lyra went upstairs and it was easy to find it because there were also bodyguards standing at the entrance to the study.

She walked over to the door and once again the bodyguards stopped her.

"Miss Lloyd, he's busy. And his study is off limits."

She was about to speak when the door opened from the inside and it was a man.

She looked up. The man was barely clean-looking, but with much temperament.

It was sure enough that she noticed that the man's uniform was the same as the other two bodyguards. He was not Malcolm at all.

Only when the man stood respectfully next to her did she see the inside of the study.

From her point of view, there was a layer of amber beaded curtains in the center, behind which was a desk, followed by neat and orderly bookshelves. The whole room was full of bookish and dark hue.

A man with a cold and stern aura was sitting in an office chair, the back of which was facing her, and she can only vaguely see the back of the man's head.

Lyra tried to go in, but was blocked by the bodyguards.

After all, it was to talk about the dissolution of the marriage. And in the territory of others, it was not good to go too far so she did not force to go in.

The man in the study coughed twice and cleared his throat before saying in a hoarse voice, "Miss Lloyd came over today. What's up?"

The sound was extremely unpleasing.

Lyra had already checked out Malcolm on her way here.

He was tyrannical, cold and ruthless. And there was a rumor that he had a special fetish. He liked to abuse women, and his face had been wounded, which was ugly.

She didn't care if the rumor that Malcolm liked to beat women was true or not. If they got married, she thought she was one who would beat him.

But now, just by listening to the sound, she already had a picture of that face.

It was not that she discriminated against his appearance, but she was really not interested in getting engaged and married right now.

Let alone with a man she didn't know and had no emotional foundation.

She made her thought clear and asked another bodyguard to bring her a chair. Then she sat down to talk to Malcolm in the doorway of his study.

"It's not really a big deal. I just wonder if you know anything about me as a person?"

Malcolm didn't speak.

His large and bony palm held a coffee cup, making the crisp and clear sound of stirring with a a spoon.

Lyra looked at the back of his head and said with seriousness, "I'm sure with your strength, you have investigated me and knew that I'm a married and divorced woman."

"So what?" Malcolm took a steady sip of his coffee.

Lyra was slightly puzzled.

Did this mean he didn't mind?

Did this man prefer married women?

She felt a little bit disgusted and began to talk nonsense in a serious manner.

"Mr. Malcolm, there is something. Even if you have checked, my father must have concealed and doesn't let you know. A witch practised divination to me when I was a kid. She said I was born to be a bad sign for my husband. You know my ex-husband, he was actually killed by me!"

Malcolm, who was drinking his coffee, choked hard and spilled it on a brown carpet.

The bodyguard in the room hurriedly handed him tissues.

Lyra saw his reaction and picked up where she left off.

"So Mr. Malcolm, you're the old Mr. White's only one grandson. I really do not want to harm you. We are not suitable for this marriage, or not yet open to the public. We can inform them the engagement is broken?"