The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 65

"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.