The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 87

Hearing this, Sheila's eyes sparkled with excitement.

She seemed to be feeling the thrill of revenge already and can't wait to see that bitch's miserable end.

...

Lyra was led by the maid to the dressing room backstage.

Abigail, in her wheelchair, also quietly avoided the guests and followed.

"Miss Carroll, these casual clothes are selected in your size. Please take your pick."

The maid respectfully pointed to the five sets of clothes laid out on the table.

Lyra was about to pick out a random piece when Abigail suddenly pushed in the door.

"I'm here. You can get out."

"Yes."

The maids quickly closed the door and left, leaving Lyra and Abigail alone in the dressing room for an instant.

Abigail looked serious, pushed her wheelchair to the window and opened it as soon as she could.

"Here is the second floor. Climb down with the water pipe. There is a path on the right, and then thirty meters ahead there is a small door. The door is not locked. I let people quietly open a slit. The security guards are also driven away ..."

"You're ... asking me to run away?" Lyra laughed at that.

"Or what?"

Abigail turned her wheelchair and came over with an unpleasant face and pulled her towards the window.

"Do you really want to fight Master Dacey? He has never been defeated since he became famous. This is clearly the Freeman family wants to fix you. If you really fight, you will die or cripple."

Lyra looked at her serious face, which was sincere for her own planning. She can’t what the feeling was, which was very strange.

After all, they had known each other for even less than half a month.

Abigail saw that she did not say anything, and her expression was still strange, then she hastened to add, "Don’t feel guilty. I am not doing this for you. If you have an accident, the Matthews family will take the primary responsibility, so you go now! I will go to explain."

She didn't move, but only smiled.

"I'm not going anywhere, and, you're so sure I'm going to lose?"

The tone was clearly wild.

But Abigail was so captivated by the light in her eyes that for a moment she wanted to see her actually win against Master Dacey.

Just as Abigail was wandering, Lyra had grabbed a set of clothes at hand and entered a cubicle to change.

In the hall, the crowd was distracted watching the show and waiting for the next big event.

Sheila was already waiting impatiently and kept checking the time.

"Why isn't this bitch out yet? She's not going to run away from the battle, is she?"

As she looked around, she suddenly noticed something, "Why isn't Abigail here either? Will she really help that bitch escape?"

Next, Fiona's expression became serious as well, but she did not say anything.

Ashley was still unhurried, "Afraid of what? She promised herself, and the Matthews family advocated her to change clothes. If she runs away, the Matthews family will the responsibility. That will definitely disgrace the Matthews among all the noble families."

The darkness under her eyes flashed.

"Just wait and see. If the Matthews family dares to help her leave and make excuses, I will have a way to make the Matthews get down on the spot today!"

Three shows had ended.

The audience can't wait any longer.

Master Dacey also waited impatiently and had a dark face.

Seeing this, Sheila stood up and offered to ask Katelyn, "Mrs. Matthews, hasn't she changed her clothes yet? will she run away after bragging?"

Katelyn's face froze and she gave a quick smile to ease her embarrassment.

After glancing at the backstage a few more times, she saw that there was still nothing moving, so she planned to explain according to the rhetoric Abigail had arranged.

"I'm really sorry, Miss Carroll she ..."

"I'm right here. What's your hurry?"