The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 210 Set the rules and do training

Fiona's face froze.

She lowered her head. Her eyes were flickering slightly. And there was a bitter smile on her face, "He...

didn't say anything, just told me to take good care of you."

Lyra wrinkled her eyebrows and her expression was serious. Obviously she didn't believe what she

was saying.

Fiona continued: "In fact, for his death, I don't blame you at all. It's my fault. If I was not so mean to

you, treat you well, maybe you will not be so discouraged to divorce. And he will not recover the

relationship ..."

She couldn't say any more and tears fell down again.

Lyra gave her a box of tissues. Her eyes turned red once again and she choked with sobs, "Whether

you mean it or not, I will personally go to the Freeman Manor the day after tomorrow and return the

manor to you."

"Really?"

Fiona cried more miserably, "I'm sorry. You're such a good girl. It's all because I didn't cherish you

before. I'm really sorry!"

Lyra sighed. Her tone was muted.

"I just don't lack money or a house to live in, so you don't have to thank me. For the grudge between

me and you, Melvin he ... all helped you pay it off."

Fiona felt even more guilty and cried while her back throbbing.

Seeing that she was crying loudly, Lyra walked up, gently smoothed her back and continued, "By the

way, I accept his will, but I don't have the energy to manage the group anymore."

Fiona stopped crying and looked up at her, "So are you planning to ...?"

Lyra's starry eyes were firm, "If you believe me, be ruthless for once."

"What do you want to do?"

"You'll know it the day after tomorrow"

Fiona looked at her with suspicion and vague anticipation.

Now, Fiona really regretted having pushed such a good daughter-in-law out with her own hands, but

more words were not going to remedy it.

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During these two days, Lyra asked someone to find the best aristocratic etiquette teacher in Frayton,

and took Eleven, other four bodyguards and the etiquette teacher to the Freeman Manor.

Fiona and Sheila were still wearing servants' clothes at the Freeman Manor, and Lyra came over while

they were doing the cleaning.

During this time, the two of them had become much more peaceful, and the servants who used to vent

their angers on them had not been making things difficult for them lately.

Lyra sat in the main seat of the living room having tea, with the Freeman Manor estate transfer

agreement on the table.

When Fiona came in, Lyra let her sit down on a small couch to the side.

As soon as Sheila came in and saw Lyra, she immediately started barking, "You bitch! How dare you

come here! You are the scourge of my family! You ..."

"Shut up!"

Fiona scolded her sternly.

Sheila was depressed, "Mom, what the hell is wrong with you lately!? What's wrong with me scolding

her? Why are you always helping her? Are you still my mother?"

Fiona sighed, not bothering to pay attention to her.

Lyra was not angry and asked lightly, "You can do it. When I'm done with my work, I can let you

continue."

Lyra let her curse at will?

Sheila muttered in her mind, "What are you trying to say?"

Lyra looked askance at the papers on the table and said, "I can return the Freeman Manor to you, and

even transfer 40% of the shares in my hands to you and 45% to your future children."

Sheila froze with what she said, "You would be so kind?"

"But I have a condition. The shares will be transferred to you after you are capable of running the

group. And the transfer agreement for the Manor will be signed by Mrs. Freeman after you have

complied with all the conditions."

"Sure enough, I told you you wouldn't be so kind for nothing."

Sheila rolled her eyes, "But what are your conditions?"

"First, your spouse is not allowed to be the gentry. Find a faithful and honest ordinary man as a live-in

son-in-law. And your children's surnames, regardless of gender, are Freeman."

"Second, your upbringing is too poor, but it does not matter. I hired an etiquette teacher for you. She

will train you during this period."

"Thirdly, when your upbringing turns well, I will take you into the group's post to learn business

management. And when you can handle projects independently, the shares will be given to you."

Sheila's entire body was stunned after hearing this.

"Are you kidding me? I can't do any of these three things! Why do you have such strict control over

me!"

Lyra gave a careless reply, "Forget it if you can't do it."

She got up and was about to leave.

"Wait!"

Fiona shouted at her and persuaded Sheila.

"Sheila, these are for your and for the Freeman family's benefit. Your brother is gone. Our family will

have no descendants. A live-in son-in-law is the best solution. Moreover, I also thinks your

temperament is too domineering and arrogant. It is time to take the etiquette lesson."

Lyra's body stiffened and her eyes darkened.

The words "Your brother is gone. Our family will have no descendants" made her body ache, and she

subconsciously rubbed her stomach.

She had been married to Melvin for three years and had only had intimate contact the night before the

divorce, but she was not pregnant.

However, given her state of mind and her personality at the time, even if she did get pregnant, she

would not hesitate to abort it.

Fiona noticed her expression and realized she had said the wrong thing, "Sorry sorry! I was so focused

on educating Sheila that I neglected to mention that you were still around."

"It's okay. Go on." Lyra eased her emotions and sat back on the couch.

Fiona's eyes were apologetic, and only after half a second did she withdraw her eyes and look back at

Sheila.

"Sheila, now you and I can still live in the Manor all because of Lyra. If you refuse, she will kick us out.

You and I are penniless and will have to go sleep somewhere under a bridge hole. Are you willing?"

Sheila's face turned wan with fear, "No! I'm not going to sleep under a bridge!"

If she was kicked out, she would never be able to hold her head up in front of her famous friends again,

but agreeing to Lyra's terms would be different, and she would still have a chance to continue living the

good life she had before.

She dwelt on it, "Okay, I agree to your terms."

Lyra shook her head, "It's not 'agree'. It's unconditional obedience."

"I obey unconditionally. All right!?"

Lyra nodded with considerable satisfaction, introduced her to the etiquette teacher, and then continued,

"I have two more gifts for you today."

Fifteen and Seventeen knew what to do. They took a few steps forward, held a square box respectively

and walked to Sheila.

Sheila was flabbergasted.

Lyra got up and opened the first box, "This is a manual on talk and manners. I'll give you a week to

memorize the whole book and not to delay the etiquette teacher's lesson. I'll spot check it then."

Sheila looked at the book, which was as thick as her little thumb, and her eyes went wide with

amazement.

"You want me to memorize in seven days? Are you a devil!?"

Lyra ignored her and continued to open the second box.

It was a fine ruler with a hard texture and excellent color.

"If you can't memorize it, it will help you remember. I actually don't like to educate in this way, but you

are too beatable. I'm afraid you won't listen without corporal punishment. So in the future, whenever

you make a mistake, it will help you correct it."