The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 72

"What did they say?"

Keith frowned and waited for his answer with interest.

"Mr. Frazier has confined Miss Irene. She is not allowed to come out without his order." The butler replied respectfully.

Keith grunted, "Good, so she can no longer come to Frayton to make troubles. I finally can a peaceful life for a while."

He waved his hand, gesturing the butler to leave, while he himself continued to stare at the closed door of the room.

The Frazier's residence in Suham.

Irene went into a frenzy in her room.

"This is too much for dad! How can he lock me in my room and not even let me out this door!"

A servant approached her timidly and comforted her in a soft voice, "Miss, don't be too sad. You're just grounded. You can stay at home in peace for a while and it will be over soon."

"You know nothing about it! Get the hell out of here!"

Irene took out all the flowers from a vase and threw them at the servant, "Get out! Don't annoy me!"

As if she didn't feel relieved enough, she grabbed the vase and slammed it on the ground hard.

"Miss, you can't do that! This is a crystal vase. Madam brought it back from Fospona. It's worth a lot of money. You can't throw it!"

The servant looked at the vase whose brim was broken and was very distressed, but did not dare to go forward easily to stop it.

"All these things are my family's. I can throw them as I want! How dare you, a servant , tell me what to do? If you dare to talk too much again, I'll pull out your tongue!"

She pushed all the cosmetics off the table, and there was a crackling and crunching sound on the floor that was very harsh.

The servant knew that any further persuasion would be self-defeating, so she simply shut her mouth, closed the door and left.

Mr. Frazier and Mrs. Frazier naturally heard Irene's rant upstairs, and Mr. Frazier grimaced and threw his cigarette into an ashtray.

"Look at the good daughter you've taught!"

"What are you taking about?"

Mrs. Frazier was displeased, "Is she not your daughter? You want to get rid of your responsibility?"

"If you hadn't been spoiling her, would she have become like this? This time, Keith wants to withdraw from the engagement. No matter how grovelling I am, he insists. If we let her continue to act arbitrarily, the Frazier family will have to fall into her hands!" Mr. Frazier was very angry.

"You!"

Mrs. Frazier was just about to sass back when Garrett Frazier, who had come down from upstairs, saw that the atmosphere was not good and planed to mediate.

"Dad, Mom, Irene is grounded. It's normal she's in a bad mood. Just let her vent out!"

"That's not the way to vent out! Listen, if she keeps doing it like this, all those world-class treasures at home will be gone in a moment!"

Mr. Frazier pointed upstairs and sighed repeatedly, regretting that his daughter did not live up to his expectations.

The sound of smashing things was still faintly audible, and Garrett pondered for a moment before deciding to go upstairs and comfort her himself.

Upstairs, Irene was holding an antique decorative plate and was about to smash it on the floor.

"Who pisses off our Miss Irene so much?" Garrett took the plate from her hand and pulled her down on a couch, "Anger hurts your body. Just stop it and get over it."

"Garrett!"

Irene pulled his arm and was aggrieved, "Just for a divorced woman, Keith actually wants to back out of the marriage with me!"

Garrett pinched her face gently.

"I'm afraid it's not as simple as that, right? I know you very well."

"Since that woman's divorce, Keith has been letting her live in the villa and treating her so tenderly and considerately. How do you expect me to endure this!?"

With an indignant look on her face, Irene continued.

"Garrett, I know you love me the most since I was little. Help me get rid of Lyra, okay!?" She shook his arm and pouted, "Can you tolerate and watch your sister's favorite man being snatched away by another woman?"

Garrett, however, paused and his hands pressed down on Irene's shoulders, "Irene, say again, what is that woman's name?"

Irene was a bit puzzled, but still said it again, "Lyra, an orphan from Frayton orphanage. What qualification does she have to steal Keith from me? Garrett, do you know her?"

Lyra ...

The name was too familiar.