The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 66

The two stared at each other. Katelyn was defeated and could only grit her teeth in hatred.

"Fine! I believe you once, but if anything happens to my daughter, I'll kill you, even if I have to risk my life!"

Without her standing in the way, Lyra entered the room unhindered and ordered someone to pick up Abigail.

With Katelyn's reluctant and worried expression, Abigail was taken away.

By the time Lyra returned to Keith's villa, it was at nightfall.

The afterglow of the sunset tinged the sky with a gentle orange color, enveloping the entire Frayton in a soft glow.

Keith picked a guest room, settled Abigail in, and joined Lyra on the couch to discuss the next steps.

Abigail's expression was calm. Her eyes were tightly closed, as if she was sleeping peacefully.

"Her condition looks stable, and all vital signs are normal." Keith took the examination report from his personal doctor and rubbed his chin.

Lyra took the report and looked again at Abigail in the bed. Her shapely eyebrows furrowed.

"It's hard to get her out of the vegetative state. The Matthews family spends a lot of money hiring famous doctors from home and abroad, but they couldn't do anything about it. If we want to start with Abigail, we have to use our trump card."

Keith knocked on the coffee table with his knuckles and turned an ashtray around.

"You mean?"

A glint of doubt flashed in Lyra's eyes.

"Rara, do you even forget this?"

Keith tapped her gently on the head helplessly.

"Have you forgotten that you have a medical elite brother? Not many people in this world can question his medical skills and authority."

It dawned on Lyra that she hadn't been in touch with the Lloyd family for so long that she had forgotten that her second brother, Micah Lloyd, was such an excellent person.

"But ...Micah is usually reticent, withdrawn and eccentric, and always busy. He lives in the neighbor city. He may not be willing to help this favor."

Lyra was not overwhelmed by the joy, and after thinking about it, she spoke cautiously.

"To be on the safe side, I'll make a trip to the city to visit him myself even if I have to tie him up to Frayton."

Abigail was the key today, and she must ensure that every step of the plan was flawless.

Melvin gave the media and the public five days.

And now two days had passed.

She intended to make a shocking reversal in the outcome of the whole thing in three days, so she must speed things up.

"Keith, no time to lose. I'll go to the city tonight and invite Micah over." Lyra took her bag.

"In such a hurry? But I don't usually like to use private jets, so I can't have someone send you there."

Keith was a little worried.

"No, there is still a flight to the city in the evening. I will go by civil aviation."

Lyra continued as she packed up, "You must remember to take care of everything! Arrange bodyguards to reinforce the villa's defense!"

Keith watched her back as she disappeared into the night and sighed.

"Got it, Rara! Always in a hurry."

...

Irene lay in a bathtub full of bubbles and roses, trying to dispel the day's fatigue with the warm water.

Every now and then she turned on her phone to check for new messages.

She had been suppressed her anger since she was dragged away from the hill by Peter today.

Knowing that the people she hired would definitely fail when Keith and Melvin arrived, she was still upset and secretly investigating Lyra's whereabouts.