Chapter 61 Her Soft Spot
Chapter 61 Her Soft Spot
"What is it?"
"Where were you on March 14th 13 years ago? Have you ever been to Pinewood Street in Frayton?" All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.
"I don't remember." Lyra turned her head, still with an attitude of rejection.
It'd been so long. How can she still remember?
"Okay, then I'll ask you in a different way."
Melvin was not angry but continued to ask patiently, "Then do you remember there was a car accident
on March 14th 13 years ago? Three people died. Only a little boy sitting at the back of the car survived,
and a girl saved him."
Why would he ask that?
Could that little boy be him?
Lyra looked at his searching gaze and a part of her memories was evoked, recalling some fragmented
images in a trance.
In that year she did save a person, but it was purely by chance.
She didn't even take it seriously.
Besides, the reason she came to Frayton that year was because of a very important matter, which
involved the Lloyd family privacy. And she did not intend to tell it to Melvin, nor did she expect Melvin
would continue to investigate.
It was too dangerous, and she didn't want anyone else involved.
"No, I don't know." Lyra replied coldly, "If you have no more questions, I'll leave you to it."
Melvin subconsciously reached out to stop her, but was stunned by her cold eyes, and withdrew his
hand.
"Mr. Freeman, don't forget you are Charlotte's fiance. Show more concern for your fiancee. She is not
yet recovered from her injuries in the hospital."
Lyra taunted him a bit and unlocked the door.
Just a moment after she turned around, she saw a vague flash of lost emotion in his eyes.
It wasn't obvious, just a flash, but she caught it anyway.
Why did he feel lost?
Lyra was suspicious, but didn't care too much.
Now Melvin was just an insignificant person to her and cannot affect her any more.
She stopped thinking that way and elegantly tucked her hair around her ears. Melvin didn't stop her as
she easily pushed open the door of the private room.
As soon as she walked out the door, she saw Fred's unkind eyes.
Fred looked at her and spoke cynically.
"Boss has collected all the evidence. You find someone to bully Miss Matthews. Soon the truth will
come out! When the time comes, boss will not spare you!"
"Have you finished?"
Lyra looked askance at him and had a provocative smile, "Then bring it one. I'll wait and see."
Her petite body carried a very oppressive aura.
Fred looked directly into her smiling eyes and unconsciously took a few steps back.
Lyra walked away quickly with high heels.
The only sound left in the large dining room was the echo of her footsteps.
"That's weird."
Fred was very puzzled by the way he had just feared her.
...
Two days had passed since Melvin's promised five-day deadline.
All kinds of media were highly concerned about this matter and kept publishing various speculations
about it.
Lyra completely ignored the negative comments about her and focused on the preparation for the girl
group audition, neglecting the words that were deliberately used to discredit her.
"Ms. Lyra , this is the filming base's file. Please do a final review." Kellie put a file folder in her hand.
"Got it, you can go out first. I'll call you when I'm done reading."
Lyra's eyes never left the computer screen, with her fingers typing nimbly over the keyboard.
Kellie looked at her with desire to speak, and finally interrupted her, "Ms. Lyra, can you stop for a
moment? You really haven't read those comments online?"
"I have read some of it."
Lyra glanced at her and continued with the task at hand.
"Then why are you still ..." Kellie was even more confused.
"Why are you still so calm?"
Lyra simply turned the computer off, leaned back in her chair, and explained to her.
"Mr. Freeman said in front of so many reporters that he would give an account to the public, so I'll see
what he can really say. Moreover, although those comments are annoying, I am not substantially
affected, right?"
"But ..."
"Keep working. The talent show will start recording soon, and your work will not be too easy these
days."
Kellie knew her boss was no an ordinary person, so she stopped talking and went about her work.
Lyra was busy fighting for her career.
In the hospital which was a few dozen kilometers away from the Angle Group, Charlotte was lying in a
bed, bored and on her phone.
Her injuries had been much better, and she had been reading the vicious speculations about Lyra on
major social media platforms for the past two days, and every now and then she employed some
spammers to add fuel to the fire.
She was so pleased to see the voices of those who praised for Lyra overshadowing those who
defended for her.
She was flipping through her Twitter feed when a message popped up, causing her smile to freeze on
her face.
"Miss Matthews, the boss hasn't done much in the past two days and hasn't arranged for me to do
anything, so I don't know what he really wants to do."
Fred had been dutifully watching Melvin's every move for her since he agreed to do her a favor.
As soon as there was some movements, he will report to her immediately.
But Melvin's delayed action made her suspicious instead.
"Got it, thank you Fred," she voiced back directly to Fred in a sweet tone.
Fred heard her voice and felt more and more flattered, reinforcing his determination to help her and
give Lyra the punishment she deserved.
Charlotte turned off her phone irritably, leaned back on her bed, thought for a moment and then turned
it back on and dialed.
"Yo, how's it going?"
Irene's lazy and delicate voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Thanks to you, I'm still lying in the hospital." Charlotte said coldly, "Now what?"
Irene admired her freshly done nails for a while and spoke lazily, "Don't worry. I've found her weakness
and will kill her tonight."
"Really?"
Charlotte asked uncertainly, "I've been harmed by her twice. With the lessons I've learned before, you
must be careful."
"Wasn't it because you were stupid last time?" Irene raised her voice, "If it wasn't for you, how could
you make a mistake and make yourself involved?"
Charlotte was angry, but can not show it. She gritted his teeth and hung up the phone, holding grudge
against Lyra.
"Wait and see, I'll see how long you can laugh."
She threw the phone onto the bed, with a harsh and shadowy expression on her face.
...
The advancement of the girl group audition was nearing its end.
Lyra spent the afternoon working out the final coordination issues and overseeing the show's first
producing via remote link.
Several tasks went going very well, and Lyra nodded with satisfaction and closed the connection.
She had arranged people to supervise the recording site and will be notified at the first opportunity if
any accidents occurred.
The phone rang suddenly. It was a call from the person in charge of the base.
"Miss Carroll, something bad happens! Melissa who came to compete is missing!"