Chapter 68 So You''ve been on Guard against Him


    "At Keith''s vi?"


    Irene sat up from her bed in shock as she felt wide awake.


    "Get your story straight. How does Abigail get involved with him?"


    "Have you forgotten? Since Lyra and Melvin divorced, she and Keith have been very close. Although


    Melvin transferred Seaside Vi to her, she doesn''t live there, and we haven''t been able to find out


    where she lives."


    "What do you mean by that?" Irene frowned.


    "Isn''t obvious enough what I mean?" Charlotte rolled her eyes, "It means she''s most likely living with


    Keith! There''s no sign of Abigail in the whole Frayton, so it''s likely Lyra is hiding her in Keith''s vi!"


    After thinking about it, Irene felt that Charlotte had a point and immediately sent someone to check it


    out.


    Hanging up the phone, Charlotte tossed it aside in annoyance and leaned back against the bed to wait


    for her message.


    Abigail did not die, but became a vegetable. The fact had been like a thorn in her heart.


    No matter how proud she was in front of people, Abigail''s presence always reminded her of her identity


    as an illegitimate daughter.


    After bing the heiress to the Matthews Group, she had been looking for an opportunity to fix


    Abigail, but Katelyn had been watching too closely and never left the ward.


    She couldn''t find a right time to do it.


    But as long as Abigail was still alive in this world, her position as the heiress of the Matthews Group will


    not be secure.


    She will inevitably bepared with Abigail by the outside world.


    This time, Abigail''s disappearance was a great opportunity, and she must take advantage of it to get rid


    of the two most obstructive people!


    The sky was gradually bright, and the early morning sunlight was spilling over every corner, gently


    waking up the city.


    Charlotte looked out the window at the increasingly bright sky and grew more and more anxious.


    The phone rang. She took the phone as soon as she could, quickly unlocked the phone and connected,


    "How is it? Any news?"


    "Although it is not certain if Abigail must be at Keith''s vi, the people sent there said that the vi


    bodyguards have nearly tripled in number. The vi is heavily guarded, which is very suspicious."


    "So what do we do now? Even if the Matthews Group and the Frazier Group are powerful and


    influential, there''s no way we would mess with Keith, let alone on his domain."


    Charlotte was deted.


    She was now at a loss for words and had no idea what to do.


    "I have my own arrangement. Don''t need you to care much."


    Before Charlotte could answer, Irene hung up the phone and threw it aside with force.


    Keith''s attitude towards her had been cold, but he pampered Lyra who suddenly appeared, so she was


    very upset.


    The thought that Lyra and Abigail might both be at his house made her became extremely jealous.


    The more Irene thought about it, the angrier she got. She decided to go to Keith''s vi and found out


    herself while he was out.


    "Don''t sleep. Hurry up and get up!"


    Irene woke up Peter, who was still asleep, with a phone call.


    "I''m going to Keith''s ce this morning. Make arrangements for me immediately. If you make any


    mistakes, I''ll hold you ountable."


    Peter rubbed his drowsy eyes and was tempted to retort that he was only a bodyguard and should let


    her assistant do these things, but finally he answered resentfully, "Yes."


    ...


    Fredpleted the task given by Charlotte and took an early flight from the neighbor city back to


    Frayton immediately after the flight arrived.


    To avoid Melvin''s detection, he turned back to his apartment and decided to take a shower before


    clocking in at the office.


    He parked the car into the garage, opened the door gently, and before he could close it tightly, he saw


    a figure sitting on the sofa smoking.


    Turning his head, he found it was Melvin.


    Under the rising smoke, his face was sullen.


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    The two men looked at each other and Fred was flustered, trying his best to prevent his face from


    looking suspicious.


    As his assistant, Fred''s residence was also under his personal arrangements, so Melvin knew very


    clearly the door opening code.


    "Boss, what can I do for you?"


    Fred tried to maintain hisposure and put down the bag in his hand, "You can call me directly if you


    need anything, so why make a trip yourself. It''s still early. You haven''t had breakfast yet, have you? Do


    you want me to prepare it for you?"


    "Where have you been?"


    Melvin ignored the barrage of questions he asked. The cigarette in his long fingers was extinguished in


    the ashtray. His icy eyes were like a sharp sword to pierce him through.


    Fred pretended to be rxed and replied, "I don''t think I should always stay at the office. I want to


    exercise more, but usually I don''t have time. I''m afraid to dy my work, so I took the time to go for a


    run in the morning."


    "Is that so?"


    Melvin''s sharp gaze fell on him. His long leg stretched out and folded over the other. His fingers resting


    on the back of the sofa tapped deliberately on a painted solid wood trim.


    With this alone, Fred felt a powerful and oppressive force.


    He could only reply stiffly, "It''s all about this, boss. I just went for a morning exercise. You don''t think


    much about it."


    "Fred, you disappoint me so much."


    A hint of exhaustion shed across Melvin''s face, "Do you really think I don''t know anything?"


    Fred subconsciously shook his head, "I don''t know what you''re talking about."


    "Charlotte''s phone tap was lifted and it was you who pretended to be me... What did you dost night


    when you were out of Frayton?"


    Melvin stopped talking nonsense to him and his hawk-like eyes stared straight at him.


    "Could it be that ... you have long been on guard against me?!"


    Those few words seemed like a bolt from the blue.


    Fred knelt down in front of him with a thud, "Boss, I''m sorry. I shouldn''t have crossed the line. Please


    punish me!"


    "You left Fraytonst night. Where did you go? What did you do? Answer me."


    Melvin suppressed his anger, got up and walked over to him, looking at him condescendingly. His


    words were carrying a warning.


    "This is yourst chance. You know what happens when you disobey me."


    Fred fell into silence.


    After a few moments, he gritted his teeth and gathered the courage to raise his head to look at Melvin.


    "Boss, don''t you think you are overdoing it? Miss Matthews is your fiancee, but you don''t care about


    her."


    Melvin did not expect him to use him instead, frowning slightly.


    "You are so defensive about Lyra, but you don''t care about your fiancee. You transferred the vi to


    Lyra and let Miss Matthews live in an apartment elsewhere. Is this what a qualified fiance would do?


    Miss Matthews was framed and badly injured by Lyra, and you actually didn''t defend for her."


    Fred finished in one breath, staring straight into Melvin''s cold face.


    "Finished?"


    Melvin fiddled with his wristwatch and Fred''s words didn''t make him overreact, "I''m going to ask you


    onest time. What were you doing out of Frayton? Is it something to do with Lyra?"


    Fred had been working with Melvin for many years and knew his various habitual actions very well.


    He knew Melvin was restraining his anger.


    Even if he kept his mouth shut and said nothing, Melvin would have sent someone to find out all this,


    and simply took all the responsibility on himself.


    "Lyra, she''s dead! I hijacked the ne she was onst night. She jumped out mid-flight. She hurt Miss


    Matthews. You can tolerate her, but I can''t!"