Chapter 111 Old Freeman''s death is rted to her?


    Lyra was silent for a few seconds before she said, "Okay, I get it."


    Wesley, the old fox, wasn''t he out of Frayton by Ashley?


    He came back so fast.


    She thought and subconsciously looked at the man who was still scrubbing the floor.


    Men with broad shoulders and narrow waists, white shirts with ck pants. Unexpectedly, it was


    harmonious.


    From Mr. Freeman to a manservant, he adapted quickly. It was so quick that Lyra wondered if he''d


    been through something simr before. Or had the experience of training?


    Despite doing a very humiliating thing, his whole body still exuded an air of reserve, as if the nobility


    was engraved into the bones.


    And Lyra found that, because he was very tall, when he wiped the floor he can only curl his legs and


    kneels. Only a short time, he seemed to start sweating again, and there was blood on his blood.


    It seemed like this position ... he was not only tired, but also very painful?


    His waist ...


    Lyra stepped forward, and her was tone light, "Don''t wipe. You cane back and do it again. Now


    When she finished, she turned her head and left, but when she turned around, she nced at him who


    sighed in relief.


    And when he got up, he intentionally held the right side of the back, and quietly rubbed his knee.


    Lyra did not say anything, lightly withdrew her eyes, took the lead out of the door. Melvin silently


    followed her in the car.


    The Freeman group.


    As she just walked to the president''s office door, the door was notpletely closed.


    Wesley the old fox''s rampant voice came out.


    "Call and ask where she is. Get her ass over here and meet me! The Freemans are not dead yet, when


    it is a divorced woman turn''s to take charge of ..."


    Lyra stood in the doorway listening for a moment, turned her head and asked Melvin, "Go in thereter.


    Do you know what to do?"


    Melvin nodded, "Tell it like it is."


    Receiving the answer, Lyra withdrew her eyes in satisfaction, pushed the door open and walked in,


    looking at the person sitting on the parlor couch.


    "Wesley, long time no see. Your temper did not change a bit. No wonder old Freeman at first can not


    rest assured to give the Freeman group to you."


    The words hit the nail on the head and poked Wesley in the heart.


    Not being looked up to by his father was something he had always been angry about, and when Lyra


    mentioned it, his whole face instantly turned green with anger.


    "Just how do you talk to your elders?"


    Lyra sat on the couch opposite him with a t face and sneered, "Gentle and courteous elders do


    deserve respect, but do you?"


    "You!"


    Wesley red at her. His beard stuck up.


    Both were obviously seated. Lyra''s calmness made Wesley''s aura significantly weaker than hers.


    Wesley, before he had time to continue to educate her, nced at the familiar figure standing next to


    her.


    He watched closely. Wasn''t Melvin who had been missing for some time ago?


    "Melvin, when did youe back? If you''re back, why are you still condoning this woman taking away


    the group?"


    Melvin stated expressionlessly, "Wesley, I only came back yesterday afternoon, and by the time I got


    back, it was a done deal."


    "Fuck the deal!"


    Wesley was so angry that he pped the coffee table, "You are the holder of 40% of the shares given


    by old Freeman. You have ran the group for many years. In front of the shareholders, you are very


    authoritative. How can you let this woman steal the position of the person in charge!?"


    Melvin exined, "Wesley, with the exception of your 15%, all the shares of thepany were


    acquired by her, and there are no other shareholders. She is thergest shareholder of the Freeman


    group."


    "What?"


    Wesley wondered how this was a little different from Ashley''s narrative.


    Jackie, next to her, had the good sense to put thepany share book on the coffee table.


    Wesley carefully reviewed it, and suddenly his face was ck as the bottom of a pot.


    He was not in Frayton yesterday, and if Melvin had not returned either, thepany would indeed be


    left to her to run the show.


    But ... he had been thinking about the position of the power for so many years, he can not let this


    foreign woman take it.


    With a twinkle in his eye, he redirected his attention to Melvin, who was standing.


    "What are you doing standing there? At least you are the secondrgest shareholder of thepany.


    Come and sit down."


    Lyra also looked back at Melvin.


    He pursed his lips and did not answer. His head bowed like a proud lion with its ws sharpened.


    Satisfied with his obedient look, Lyra looked back at Wesley and exined with a smile, "I spoke for


    him because he is now my servant. He is certainly only worthy to stand when talking between


    masters."


    Wesley stared incredulously, ncing back and forth between Lyra and Melvin.


    It seemed that he had to digested what Lyra said.


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    When he reacted, he was furious, "Bastard! Did you sign a contract to sell yourself? You''ve disgraced


    the Freeman family by being submissive and obedient in front of women!"


    Wesley himself was a traditional-minded old codger.


    Besides, the Freeman family was the only one that had produced such apetitive one.


    Even if he was not happy that Melvin had overtaken him to get the position of the person in charge,


    Melvin did bring the Freeman group to unprecedented heights after he took office, allowing him to live a


    very prosperous life just by having shares and dividends over the years.


    Now it was being held by a woman!


    He was so angry that he rushed over and pped him hard, "I''ll teach you a lesson today instead of old


    Freeman and your father!"


    Melvin saw him rush over and didn''t duck, and didn''t even frown.


    "Pop" a crunching sound.


    Melvin grunted, the left side of his face swelled up at a rate visible to the naked eye, and blood soaked


    out of the corner of his mouth.


    His current physical strength simply can not endure the force of the p. The whole person fell


    uncontrobly to the ground.


    Lyra was quick to hold him up.


    Wesley didn''t have enough, so he raised his palm again and immediately came down with a second


    p.


    Lyra clutched his hand and pushed it back hard, "This is not the Freeman family, nor is it your the


    Freeman family''spany. Go back and beat someone up. Don''t act in front of me."


    The bodyguard next to her quickly stepped in and forced Wesley back onto the couch.


    Melvin had stood firm.


    He raised his hand to wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his expression was still faint.


    Even Wesley rushed in front of him, he did not blink more than once.


    A pair of ck eyes was as deep as a pool. No one knew what he was pondering.


    Lyra looked at his little miserable face and got a little angry.


    She red hard at Wesley, mocking, "By the way, the Freeman Manor isn''t the Freeman Manor


    anymore either, so those old stereotypical stubborn rules in the family should be scrapped!"


    The Freeman Manor was also robbed by this woman?


    Wesley thought of Fiona the defeated bitch, and looked at Melvin, pointing at him and scolding.


    "Do you realize that you are now aiding and abetting the enemy! I left Frayton two days ago because


    my investigation revealed that old Freeman''s death was probably rted to this woman!"


    At these words, Melvin''s downcast eyes finally went to Wesley.


    Wesley gritted his teeth and continued, "This woman killed old Freeman, and now she''s plotting to take


    over the Freeman family business. Such a woman should not be kept!"


    He gave Melvin a meaningful look.


    "Melvin, you have to make a decision early!"