Chapter 16 I want her dead!

Melvin's face turned completely dark as he looked at her with disappointment, his eyes filled with a mix of rage.

"You are simply unreasonable."

He forcefully pulled Sheila's hand off his sleeve and commanded, "From today onwards, you are banned. You are not allowed to go anywhere without my permission. Reflect on your mistakes!"

After saying that, he took Charlotte's hand and left.

Sheila tried to catch up, but Fred held her back, and she could only cry and beg for mercy.

In the end, she was forcefully dragged back to the Freeman Manor.

She was infuriated and began venting her anger by smashing things as soon as she got back, causing a cacophony in the entire room.

Fiona was awakened by the loud noise and hurried over to see what was happening.

"Sweetheart, what's going on? Weren't you supposed to attend the banquet? How did it turn out like this?"

"Mom! " she sobbed.

Sheila cried as she threw herself into Fiona's arms and exaggeratedly recounted the events of the evening, "Mom, you have to help me! Melvin is biased! Not only did he not punish that bitch, but he also grounded me! You must help me get justice!"

Fiona comforted her, patting her back gently.

"What do you want me to do, sweetheart?"

Sheila's eyes brimmed with malice as she said, "I want her dead!"

...

Lyra hadn't found a place to stay yet, so she temporarily moved into Keith's villa.

When the housekeeper, Connie, saw her, she was both excited and pleased, exclaiming that the young girl had grown up. She helped Lyra with her luggage and tidying up the bedroom, bustling around.

Lyra had intended to help, but Keith pulled her to sit on the couch.

"Rara, you'll be starting at the company tomorrow. Do you have any plans?"

"Just follow what we discussed before. You act as the president and handle the company's affairs, and I will learn from you."

Keith pondered for a moment and said, "Alright then. Since you don't want people to know about our relationship, I won't accompany you to the company after tomorrow. I've prepared a limited edition Maserati MC77 for you, it's a style you'll like."

"MC77 is too expensive."

Lyra shook her head firmly and said, "It's just for daily commuting, something cheaper will do. But if you insist on getting me a car, then give me a Volkswagen Santana."

Keith frowned, "That would be too unfair to you."

Lyra smiled playfully, holding his arm and acting coquettishly, "Not at all, Keith. I don't plan on revealing my true identity for now."

Someone in the Lloyd family set her up. Since she had lost her memory and ended up in Frayton, there had been no move from that person. They probably didn't know that she had been at the Freeman Manor all these years.

It would be too dangerous to expose her identity before finding out who was behind it.

Keith was a smart person and could probably guess her concerns.

"The security here is excellent. You can stay here without any worries. Nobody will disturb you."

Suddenly, he remembered something and added, "By the way, Collin has been flying abroad every day recently, and Micah is busy with a rare case at his hospital. They heard about your divorce and bought you some small gifts. They should arrive in a few days."

Lyra pouted in disdain, "How can brothers be so happy like they're celebrating with firecrackers when their sister gets divorced? You guys are unbelievable!"

Although she said that, she was very curious. Collin, as the chief pilot and a global business tycoon, involved in both legal and illegal activities, and Micah, the top surgeon in the medical field. If these two were giving her gifts, they must be something extraordinary.

Keith chuckled at her sharp-witted eyes, lovingly tapped her nose, and went upstairs to take a shower.

Late at night, midnight.

After dropping Charlotte off at the hotel, Melvin returned to the villa.

He opened the door to a dark and empty living room.

Without the trace of the woman that used to wait for him every day, the place seemed particularly desolate.

He couldn't describe the emotions he felt, as they were complex.

Switching on the light, he sat on the couch, lighting a cigarette while listening to Fred's report.

"Sorry, Mr. President, I couldn't find Miss Carroll's whereabouts. After she left the hotel, she seemed to disappear, and both her phone and social media accounts have been protected technically. Our people have tried various methods, but we couldn't break through."

Melvin took a puff of his cigarette, his expression gloomy.

Disappeared?

His subordinates were all elite hackers, yet they couldn't trace her location.

Was someone helping her hide?