Chapter 133 Easier than winning lottery


    This ...


    Did he guess? Or did Fiona expose him?


    Wesley stumbled backwards two steps.


    After steadying his mind, heughed out loud with his eight teeth and yed dumb, "Melvin, what do


    you mean by that? I don''t understand."


    Melvin''s face was cold and he did not ept his cottoning-up.


    Wesley saw that he did not say anything, stealthily giving a nce at the bodyguards behind Lyra.


    They were all having cold faces, which were fierce and like to eat people alive.


    Fearing that it might affect his family, he turned his head and winked at Christine, "Nichole hasn''t


    washed up yet, so take her upstairs. You can''t lose your manners in front of your guests."


    "Yes." Christine understood, turned and went to pull her baby girl, "Nichole, let''s go."


    Without waiting for them to walk up the stairs, Lyra''s four bodyguards quickly stepped forward to block


    them.


    Eleven and Twelve blocked the stairway, and Fifteen and Seventeen encircled the door.


    "You guys ... what are you doing!? It''s too rampant, isn''t it? This is in my house."


    Wesley was so angry that his face turned red.


    Nichole was a little scared and shrank into Christine''s arms.


    "If you don''t exin it today, no one will leave here."


    Lyra smiled, picked up the cup pf tea on the table and took a gentle sip.


    She was so calm and aloof that the Wesley family was baffled.


    Being opening his mouth, Wesley sighed with a slightlyplicated expression, "Actually, this is not


    the case. I learned that my sister-inw is in the Freeman Manor as a maid. So I went to visit her. I


    didn''t know where she got the two packs of drugs. She told me her n, and let me help her. I didn''t


    agree but dissuaded her ..."


    He spoke as if he understood something, "So, did she really seed?"


    "My former nephew-inw, you didn''t have an ident, right? I heard that the drug is very strong. It''s


    my fault. I should have dissuaded again." He sighed while he was chagrined.


    What he said not only dissociated himself from the incident, but also brought the two sides of the


    rtives closer together.


    Lyra frowned slightly, "In the future, please call me Ms. Carroll or Miss Carroll, based on thepany


    hierarchy. Former nephew-inw sounds weird to me."


    After she finished, she looked at Melvin, who was standing next to her, with a smiling look in his eyes:


    "He said Fiona took the initiative to ask him for it, and Fiona said he encouraged it. Who do you think I


    should believe?"


    Melvin gave Wesley a grim stare and sneered, "Wesley, when something goes wrong, you always put it


    all on women. You''re not very manly."


    This was an affirmative sentence.


    Wesley''s face heated up. He pointed at Melvin and scolded, "You''re only Ms. Carroll''s servant now.


    You''re no part in interrupting your master''s business. Go away."


    His attitude changed so fast speed. He was indeed a sophisticate.


    Lyra hated this kind of treacherous old fox who was flexible and knew what to say in different situations


    and to different people.


    Not bothering to continue listening to his nonsense, she raised her hand and Eleven ced a square


    exquisite ck and gold gift box on the coffee table.


    "This is?" Wesley looked confused.


    This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.


    Lyra smiled lightly, "This is a small gift I give to Weson Mansion today. You can open it."


    Wesley did not talk. Although he can not understand what she was trying to do, he always felt that her


    smile had a little bit of bad intentions?


    Or Christine, once she heard it was a gift, smiled politely, "Miss Carroll came and brought a gift. It''s


    very kind of you."


    She walked up and saw the beautifully ck and gold box on the coffee table, and figured the contents


    wouldn''t be bad either.


    With curiosity in mind, she opened the box, but what was inside left her dumbfounded.


    It was thirty small bottles only half the size of a fist, being neatly arranged inside the box.


    She picked one at random and opened it. It was clear water and smelled weird.


    "What, what is this?"


    Eleven replied, "This is what thedy has prepared for Weson Mansion. Each one of you will pick a


    bottle to drink every day."


    Wesley couldn''t figure out what Lyra was nning, so he went up and smelled it, and his face changed


    dramatically. He hastily put the bottle back in Christine''s hand.


    "Is this all philter?"


    Lyra propped her chin on her hand and smiled extra brightly.


    "Not all. In addition to drugs which are not able to poison you to death,xatives, itchy pills and others


    are avable. Five out of thirty bottles are syrup. The odds of picking a syrup are still much greater than


    winning the lottery, right?"


    "You, you you ..."


    The Wesley couple was so shocked by her words that they couldn''t utter a word for half a day.


    Nichole understood and was scared to death, "Dad, I don''t want to drink that! I don''t want to drink this


    stuff ..."


    A family of three hugged together, shivering.


    "You are also cruel! Even if you don''t think about the fact that we were all rtives before, it''s none of


    my business, I ..."


    Lyra raised her hand to interrupt Wesley''s sophistry, "You know this in your heart, and so do I. Besides,


    it''s not all about me."


    Wesley wondered, "What else have I done to offend you?"


    "You helped Fiona to harm me in front of old Freeman before. I didn''t forget. You shouldn''t forget either,


    right? Plus the p you gave Melvin before, and the drug this time. Three sins together, you are not


    wronged at all."


    Melvin, who was standing next to her, keenly heard her words, and suddenly felt sweet.


    She still remembered Wesley beating him and wanted to help him. Did this mean she actually still had


    feelings for him?


    Wesley also noticed it, "Melvin is from the Freeman family. What''s wrong with me pping him as an


    elder? It''s too much for you to include that!"


    Lyra: "He is my servant. Only my people can beat him. The Freeman family''s people can''t."


    Only my "people", not just "me" ...


    Keith was included in this.


    Melvin was instantly less happy.


    Wesley was speechless.


    But to ask him to drink a bottle of drug every day was like drawing a lottery. It would be better to just kill


    him.


    "Anyway, perish your thought. I will not admit a word of what you said, and definitely will not drink it!"


    Lyraughed at that.


    "I didn''te here today to discuss this with you guys." She finished and nced at Eleven.


    Eleven immediately took a pile of photocopies in front of the three, "Look, here is Mrs. Freeman''s


    confession. The evidence that youmissioned someone to buy the drug on the ck market. And


    the timeline of the whole incident organized. Do you want to go with the police and get a conviction, or


    ept the gift from Miss?"


    The three people''s faces changed dramatically.


    Wesley was so shocked that he couldn''t speak. In such a short time, this woman had revealed


    everything about him?


    He paid hush money on the ck market!


    Christine: "Honey, you can''t go to jail! You are the backbone of the family. If you do, what will Nichole


    and I do?"


    Nichole also said, "Yes, Dad, you can''t go to jail! Once you leave the criminal record, how can I hold my


    head up in front of those celebrity friends in the future? No rich men will be willing to marry me. I won''t


    be able to get married, Dad!"


    Wesley was in a dilemma and looked at his wife and daughter with red eyes, "But it''s hard for Dad to let


    you drink that torturous stuff!"


    Christine and Nichole looked at each other, "Why should we drink? You''re the one who made this


    happen. Can''t you pick three bottles at a time?"


    Wesley: "????"