Chapter 12 Take the money and leave Frayton forever

In the garden,

Lyra stood by the fountain, embracing herself and breathing in the fresh air.

If she didn't come out for a breath of fresh air, she would probably be overwhelmed by the nauseating atmosphere in the banquet hall.

"Lyra!"

Suddenly, a sharp voice sounded from behind.

She turned her head and saw Sheila striding arrogantly towards her.

"What? Did the beating earlier not hurt enough? Do you want me to help you remember?" She withdrew her gaze coldly, her tone icy.

Sheila was infuriated by her words and wanted nothing more than to rush forward and scratch that bewitching face. But thinking about her plan, she clenched her fists and managed to hold back.

Sheila pulled out a bank card from her LV bag and handed it to Lyra, her tone condescending.

"There's 300,000 deposited under it. As long as you promise never to appear in front of my brother again and leave Frayton for good, the money is yours."

Lyra furrowed her brow and gave the bank card in Sheila's hand a strange look.

A mere 300,000 couldn't even buy a strand of her hair, so Sheila thought she could buy her off and make her leave Frayton?

Seeing Lyra's expression, Sheila assumed she was tempted and grew even more smug.

"Since you grew up in an orphanage, I suppose you've never seen this much money before? But for me, it’s just pocket change for a week. I think you need it more than I do. I remember you asked Mom for to lend money before, but unfortunately, she didn't lend it to you. But now, things have changed. With this money, you can buy anything you want. So, what do you say? Do you want it?"

Excitement flickered in Sheila's eyes as she repeated in her mind, "Take the money! Take it now!"

She had a confident look on her face. During her time in the Freeman family, Fiona always withheld all of Lyra's pocket money. In the years Lyra spent with the Freeman family, she couldn't even afford a decent branded dress.

So Sheila was convinced that Lyra, being so poor, could never refuse her.

Once Lyra accepted her money, before the end of the banquet, she would claim her money had been stolen. Pretending to catch the culprit, she would then call the police to arrest the person.

Once Lyra was caught and thrown into jail, she would bribe the guards, beat Lyra to a pulp, and conveniently leave her with a record of theft. Lyra would never be able to turn her life around!

With all these thoughts, her excitement was almost uncontrollable.

"Take it. I didn't mean what happened earlier. I apologize to you sincerely. But this time, I really mean it. You need the money, so just take it."

Lyra tilted her head, studying her, and taking in all her expressions with a mocking shake of her head.

She then opened her phone and sent a message to Keith's assistant, Jalen.

["The black card is in the bag in the car. Help me withdraw 1 million from the bank. I'm in the garden. Hurry."]

Within a couple of seconds, she received a reply.

["Received! Will be there within two minutes."]

With the accurate information, Lyra appeared relaxed, casually sitting on the edge of the fountain.

Sheila, seeing that Lyra was ignoring her, grew frustrated. "Hey? Are you even listening to me?"

Lyra lazily rubbed her shoulder and replied, "Just wait a little longer."

"Wait?"

Sheila was puzzled. "What exactly are you waiting for? I know you're with Keith now, but he's only having fun at best. You don't really think a man like Keith, handsome, wealthy, and from a good family, would marry you, do you?"

As Sheila kept trying to persuade her, Jalen arrived. He carried a black box and respectfully handed it to Lyra.

"Here is what you asked for, Miss."

Sheila looked at the strange man who suddenly appeared, completely bewildered.

Lyra stood up, took the box handed by Jalen, and when she looked at Sheila again, there was a glint of coldness in her eyes and a wide smile on her lips.

"You said so much earlier. Now it's my turn to speak."