The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 51

The woman's wail in the hut gradually weakened, and at the same time rang out the arrogant laughter of men.

"Lyra!"

Melvin's eyes were flaming with wrath, and he kicked open the door of the hut with extreme force.

The men inside were just about to get down to business when Melvin interrupted their fun.

The two sides quickly got into a fight.

This group of men had been gangsters for a long time, so they were ruthless in fights. Melvin and Fred got bruises on their face. Nevertheless, Melvin's strong killing intent drove him to kick and punch more mercilessly than the gang.

In less than ten minutes, the group of men were scattered here and there, lying on the ground moaning in pain, no longer able to fight back.

The room was still very dark, mixed with the sound of a woman vomiting blood and coughing.

"Lyra?!"

Melvin followed the sound and found the sapless woman on the ground, and he carried her out across the room.

Fred received a few more kicks from the opposite side during the fight and limped out of the hut after Melvin.

Melvin placed the person in his arms onto the open area outside the hut to check on her injuries.

The woman's face was swollen like a pig's head from the beating, almost indistinguishable .

Clothes were torn, covered in blood—what a tragic sight. Fortunately, Melvin and Fred came in time; otherwise, they dared not imagine the consequences if she was really raped by ten men...

Melvin's eyes were flaming with hate seeing the wounds all over her body, and his heart suddenly felt like being wrenched, which hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.

"Lyra! Wake up, wake up!"

The woman had completely fainted, but still breathing faintly, indicating that her life was not in a critical condition.

Fred glanced at the battered woman on the ground and couldn't help feeling sorry for her. He asked in a hushed voice, "Boss, what about those men inside?"

Melvin's eyes were suddenly filled with ferocity and he snarled without hesitation, "Kill them!"

Fred got the order and immediately made a call to someone to handle it.

Melvin took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around the woman, inexplicable emotions in his eyes.

Not far away, Lyra behind the tree was watching everything from an excellent viewing angle.

Looking at Melvin's out-of-control expression, Lyra thought for a moment that she had misread it.

If it was really her lying on the ground, would Melvin actually be so sad for her?

He still had feelings for her?

She could not tell how she felt in her heart when she saw this scene; it was odd enough.

But then she dismissed the thought she had just had.

Whether Melvin loved her or not— hadn't she seen clearly enough in the past three years?

If he knew that the person on the ground was actually Charlotte, whom he held so dear, he would probably be even sadder and more distraught, right?

At the thought of this, the look in Lyra's eyes turned cold again and she turned to leave quietly.

The woman on the ground woke up in a daze, her swollen eyes opened to slits, and after seeing who the man in front of her was, she burst into a cry.

"Mel! I thought I'd never see you again..."

Her mouth was hurt so her speech was a little slurred.

But Melvin heard her "Mel" loud and clear.

Lyra would never call him that.