The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 67

Late at night.

Lyra sat in the first class cabin of the plane, had a coffee, and was still very much in good spirits.

She looked out from the window, but unfortunately, even the outline of the clouds were difficult to identify in the ink-like darkness of the night.

Lyra was disinterested and about to turn her eyes away.

Instead, a familiar figure was seen in the refraction of the small window.

The man wore sunglasses and met her eyes before turning his head and avoiding her.

She became guarded, quietly looked around, and suddenly found that somehow, the few bodyguards she had brought up had passed out, and the rest of the passengers had fallen into a deep sleep.

It was strange. It was the smell of danger.

She stood up and thought about checking out the other cabins, only to turn around and find a man in a suit walking towards her with several equally strong men.

The man in the suit was the same the man in sunglasses that she just had a glance with.

It seemed their goal was clear, and it was clearly aimed at her.

Lyra simply stood in place.

Since it was impossible to dodge, it was better to just confront the tough with toughness.

"Miss Carroll, it's been a long time."

The man took off his sunglasses and smiled at her, "I guess you didn't expect we would meet again so soon."

"It's you?"

Lyra frowned.

Fred raised his arm and waved behind him.

The group of black-clad men got his instruction and quickly surrounded Lyra.

"I've heard you know jujitsu and you're good at it, but I advise you to be obedient. I have this plane under my control and if you struggle, I don't mind killing all of the passengers and creating a plane crash. I don't think you want those people die because of you."

He stopped smiling, sat down in a seat and looked at her indifferently.

"I'm really sorry, but this is the arrangement of the boss."

"Melvin?" Lyra furrowed and her expression was growing cold, "He would send you to do such a thing?"

"I've told you a long time ago. You did that heinous thing to Miss Matthews. She is the fiancee of the boss, and boss will not let you off the hook. That's the price."

Fred took out a saber and weighed it in his hand, "I advise you not to struggle unnecessarily. The lives of all the passengers are now in my hands, unless you really want this group of innocent people to die with you."

Lyra sneered and did not move, glancing at the side and trying to find an opportunity to escape.

"I didn't expect him to be so heartless. He really loves Charlotte."

Lyra mocked as she silently extended her foot and hooked out a parachute bag under the seat.

Fred did not notice her movements, but seeing that she was not the least bit panicked, his eyebrows knitted and he said nonchalantly, "Don't you try to play tricks. Otherwise it won't be a matter of you dying on the plane alone. Try it if you don't believe me."

Behind him were several strong hired thugs who quickly took several hostages in the cabin and threatened her.

Lyra sneered as she grabbed the cup of hot coffee on her seat and threw it at Fred.

"It's not your turn to decide what I'm going to do."

While the attention of a group of people was attracted by the coffee cup, she kicked open the cabin door, put on the parachute bag quickly, and jumped into the dark night.

"Quick! Stop her! Don't let her jump out of the plane!"

By the time Fred realized what she was about to do, it was too late.

He walked quickly to the cabin door and poked his head out to look.

There were only a few stars in the night sky, and not a trace of Lyra could be seen at all.