The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 105 Never in this life will you be able to remarry

Lyra laughed at that.

"If it wasn't for me, the Freeman group would have to be named Harrington in the future. And instead of

thanking me, you want to try to piss me off?" NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

"What do you mean?"

The Freeman group was given it to her, which was the same as giving it to an outsider.

Fiona froze and understood something else, softened her tone and said, "Could it be ... that you want

to remarry my son?"

If she remarried, she will still be a member of the Freeman family, and the Freeman group will naturally

still be a part of the Freeman family.

Lyra's eyes gradually cold down, not allowing others to put in a word, "Remarriage is not possible. It's

impossible in my life."

After all, he didn't deserve it.

"So what the hell do you want?" Fiona couldn't figure it out.

"For the sake of the old Freeman, the general policy of the company will remain unchanged, and I will

keep the name of the group, which will remain the Freeman group. You can buy back the Freeman

group from me if you have the ability."

"You're ..."

Fiona was dumbfounded. She just scolded her but did not think she can actually do this because old

Freeman after she got the Freeman group.

Lyra ignored her surprised expression and looked at Jackie, who was standing quietly at one side, and

ordered, "Have someone go and pacify the rowdy construction team downstairs. And also, within two

days, fire Ashley's men in different departments."

"Yes."

Jackie immediately went down and started making arrangements.

Lyra looked around the president's office again and ordered her bodyguards, "Throw out all the old

things in this office and replace them with new ones, including the chairs and murals. All of them."

The bodyguards quickly moved out to see Fiona's stunned gaze and began to move things.

The first item was the chair but Fiona's ass was still sitting on it.

Fiona could only be forced to stand up.

Bearing in mind the fact that she would have nothing in the future, she had to put aside her identities as

a rich woman and her ex-mother-in-law and speak ingratiatingly.

"Lyra, for the sake of our previous relationship as you ex-mother-in-law, you can return the Freeman

Manor to me. You can't let me and Sheila sleep on the streets, right?"

Lyra smiled warmly, "You can do it if you want. Take the money to redeem."

Fiona was in trouble, "You know I've lost all my money to that bitch Ashley. Where can I get it ..."

"It's impossible to give it back to you for nothing, but I can offer you a good place to go."

Fiona was unsure.

Although she didn't believe Lyra would really be so kind, now there was no other way but to trust her.

Lyra took Fiona out of the Freeman group and went straight to the Freeman Manor.

"What are you doing?" Fiona was even more confused.

Lyra laughed, "Soon you'll know."

She called all the servants out and let them stand in several rows in the garden clearing.

"I believe you have all already knew Freeman group's news."

The servants bowed their heads and looked at each other.

Lyra continued, "In the future, Fiona and Sheila will no longer be the owners of this manor, but the

lowest class of the servants!"

Hearing these words, the servants began to whisper.

Fiona's face turned livid, "You! How can you!?"

Lyra didn't pay attention to her accusing eyes and continued to instruct, "Anyone who has ever been

bullied by them can instruct them to do anything in the future. If they can't do their job properly

according to the rules, you can always expose them to me."

The clamor among them was louder.

Fiona's face was wan for a while. It would be better to kill her if these lowlifes could climb on her head

and make a fool of themselves in the future!

"Lyra, you've gone too far!"

Lyra turned around to meet her murderous gaze and sneered, "I could let you continue to live at the

Freeman Manor, but there is no such thing as a free lunch. You should know that very well."

It was true. Fiona had nothing to say, but this was humiliating for her!

Death was not even possible!

Lyra knew she won't bow down easily.

"In the past, you were arrogant, domineering and offended your mother's family. This time the

Harrington Group's plot didn't succeed, so you probably have a lot of anger in your heart. If you go to

your brother Warren, do you think he won't hit you when you're down and make your situation even

more difficult than it is now?"

With what she said, Fiona bit her lower lip and was speechless.

"You have no other choice but this."

Lyra smiled and continued, "I can let you and Sheila stay at the Freeman Manor as servants. You can

eat and drink for free, and I can even pay you what you deserve. When you have saved enough

money, you can always ask me to redeem the manor. Whether you want to live there, or live in the

bridge under the flyover, it is your choice."

Fiona clenched her hands so hard that her whole arms were shaking.

Her son was nowhere to be found. She and her daughter were now bereft of money, and if they went to

live under a bridge, her daughter will surely collapse!

But if these servants were allowed to step on their heads in the future, Sheila should not be able to

accept it.

What to choose ...

She was hesitated for a long time.

Lyra was in no hurry, giving her plenty of time to think.

"Okay, I promise you."

Receiving the answer, Lyra smiled with arched eyebrows and looked at Nancy, the highest ranking

among the servants, "From today onwards, this manor is under your general control. Remember, Fiona

and Sheila will no longer be the owners of this place. You don't need to fear them as before."

Nancy was flattered, "Yes Miss Carroll, you are the only one who owns this place from now on!"

Lyra nodded in satisfaction when her phone suddenly rang with a text message.

After she took a look at it, the starburst under her eyes became even more intense. She turned her

head and left the Freeman Manor.

As soon as she left, the group of servants all stared at Fiona with hatred and indignation.

Fiona was intimidated by their overwhelming presence, gulped and explained, "Don't think what she

says is what it is. The ground under your feet is always mine, the Freeman family. It won't be long

before I get it all back!"

If it was in the past, her words might have been a bit of a deterrent, but the group of people standing in

front of her now had been looking at her with displeasure for a long time, so how could they let go of

this opportunity to fix her?

Nancy sneered, "Wait until you can actually get it back. At least for now, you'll have to listen to us!"

A group of people held Fiona and were about to drag her away.

"What do you want? You want to rebel!?" Fiona was terrified and struggled desperately.

Nancy explained, "Sorry ma'am, only the master is qualified to live in the bedroom. Your current status

is that of a lowly servant, only worthy to sleep in the basement."

The basement was dirty, messy and cold, with no air conditioning, no floor heating, not even a bed.

How can she sleep there?!

"I don't want it! You guys let go of me!"

She was dragged to the basement because her strength was no match for the old maids who had

always worked.

Nancy also said that if she disobeyed, she would be locked up without food and release when she was

obedient.

They listened to Fiona keep tapping on the basement door and screaming all the time.

Someone suddenly remembered who was missing, "Sheila is still sleeping in the second floor. Let's go

wake her up now! She used to love to scold us. Let's give her a taste of being bullied too!"

"Good! Go get Sheila! Get Sheila!"

The group moved with a chant, which was like a long-suppressed rave party.

...

Afternoon.

Melvin, with his injured back that had not healed yet, finally completely got rid of the gang and

successfully arrived in Frayton.

After days and days of searching for her, hiding, getting wet and getting injured, his face became

extremely pale.

Unlike the previous handsome and clear face, the pallor added a bit of demon on his face.

After returning to Frayton, the first thing he did was to go back to his place and take a hot shower,

change into a clean suit. And he would return to be reserved again.

The cell phone was turned off because there was no signal while in the mountains. To avoid the

electricity being used up, he chose to turn it off.

Who knew that once the phone was turned on, the call logs were packed straight away.

It was all from Jay.

He called back and the other end got through almost instantly, anxious as hell.

"Melvin, you finally answered the phone! If you don't get back to Frayton, I'm going to think you're

dead!"

Melvin wrinkled his brow, "What's wrong?"

"Get back to the Freeman group! Something big is happening!"