The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 839 It seems that you still don't have a long memory

Those gossiping people became interested in an instant, and hurriedly dragged her aside to discuss

the details.

Looking out through the shutters, Jaylin saw these people gathering in twos and threes and chatting,

and walked out with a frown.

The crisp high-heeled shoes sounded. Jaylin patted the table, and said sharply, "Is the work assigned Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

to you done? Are you still in the mood to chat together? Do you think our department can defeat other

departments in the company?"

The director got angry, and those people quickly dispersed and returned to their tables.

...

Nyla, Cambria and others, who had just left the Callahan Group building, had mournful faces and

suddenly felt that life was extremely miserable in an instant.

Then, there were worse things waiting for them.

Not far from the building, several police cars drove to the side of the road and stopped, surrounding

them after a while.

"You are Nyla Saunders, Cambria Donovan, and Tara Fischer ...?"

"Because you are involved in the criminal issue of planning a car accident and arranging a crowd to

fight, please come with us."

In the end, several women were put in handcuffs. All of them cried heart-rendingly, sat up on the

ground, and were forcibly carried into a police car.

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Mavis finally finished all the examinations, and was diagnosed that she had a slight concussion and a

little contusion on her leg bone. She needed to rest for a period of time.

Looking at the results on the report, Mavis shook her head involuntarily, and limped out of the hospital

to take a taxi, but saw Zack at the entrance of the hospital.

Because of the previous rumors, they had not communicated for a long time.

But now they meet, if they didn't say hello, it was even weird.

Mavis limped to the side of the road and waved at him, "Zack, why are you here?"

Zack hurriedly opened the car door on the side of the road, and said respectfully, "Ma'am, I came to

pick you up according to Mr. Callahan's order."

Seeing that Mavis didn't move, Zack explained, "Actually, Mr. Callahan was worried about you from the

very beginning, so he asked me to arrange someone to follow your car. I didn't expect what happened

today, and he sent me to pick you up. "

Seeing the bandage on Mavis' head, Zack couldn't help but ask, "Is your body alright?"

"It's okay. It's just a small scratch. I'll take care of it."

Mavis had never been a hypocritical person, let alone make a big fuss because of a little injury.

When approaching the company, Mavis hurriedly told Zack to stop the car.

"That... should I go in first?"

Zack knew what she was worrying about, and nodded in response, "Sorry ma'am, the previous incident

has caused you trouble. You can go in first. I will go back to Mr. Callahan's office."

Parting with Zack, Mavis limped back to the logistics department, feeling more and more that the way

these people looked at her had changed again.

But Mavis didn't care.

After inspection, only a small amount of purchased items had problems, and the others were fine.

In terms of compensation, at most 10,000 dollars was enough.

After estimating the approximate amount, Mavis was finally relieved, because she can accept this

price.

When it was time to get off work, Mavis packed up her things and prepared to leave, but unexpectedly

found that Nyla and Cambria's things were missing.

What happened during her absence?

Seeing a colleague who hadn't left yet, Mavis asked, "Lillyana, why didn't I see Nyla and the others?

Are they transferred from our department?"

Being asked by Mavis, Lillyana showed panic on her face, and hurriedly pushed her hand away, "You

better ask someone else. I don't know, and don't ask me again in the future."

After speaking, Lillyana left quickly.

Mavis felt it inexplicable. Why did she feel like a horrible person? She had just seen fear in Lillyana's

eyes.

What the hell happened?

With a premonition in her heart, Mavis limped downstairs to the parking lot and saw that the Lambo

Huracan that Anthony drove most was still parked in the garage, so he waited quietly beside the car.

It was two hours before Anthony showed up in the parking lot.

Seeing the wound on her forehead from a distance, Anthony quickened his pace and walked over.

"Why are you so useless? You can hurt yourself by buying something."

As soon as he said it, his words of concern turned into blame involuntarily.

Mavis bit her lips tightly, and her lips were pale.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault, I...go first."

Mavis limped and turned to leave.

Anthony frowned, and grabbed her wrist, "You leg is like this, so what are you trying to do? Want to

pretend to be pitiful?"

"I don't."

Mavis wanted to shake off his hand, but in exchange for his more powerful confinement.

"What are you making a fuss about all of a sudden?"

Anthony was very irritable.

He was already worried about her physical condition, but now she was still throwing a tantrum.

With Pain coming from the wrist, Mavis took a breath, and suppressed her tears, "Mr. Callahan, please

let go."

A cold address instantly ignited Anthony's anger.

He dragged her over, pulled her hands above her head, pressed them against the car, and gritted his

teeth in a cold voice, "It seems that you don't have a long memory."

Her wrists were so thin that they could be fully grasped with just one hand, and Anthony's other hand

squeezed her jaw tightly, forcing her to meet his gaze.

Mavis' eyes looked very stubborn, and her whole face revealed unwillingness and grievance.

She seemed to be easy to bully...

Facing her like this, Anthony couldn't help subconsciously, and kissed her pale lips again.

In this position, Mavis can only be forced to look up and lean her body against the car.

His kiss was still domineering and unreasonable.

There was pain in the lips, and a bloody taste spread in the mouth.

"Hiss..."

The pain on the lips spread all over the body. Mavis pushed him away with all her strength, touched her

lower lip lightly with her hand. Sure enough, she touched blood.

Was he a dog?

She turned around and was about to leave when she accidentally walked with her injured leg, causing

her to fall to the ground in pain.

A pair of big hands suddenly placed on her waist, lifting her up.

Both feet flew into the air suddenly, and Mavis could only hold Anthony's neck tightly to maintain her

balance.

She was shoved into the passenger seat and Anthony rudely put her seat belt on.

Then he started the car and exited the parking lot.

Along the way, the atmosphere in the car was cold, and no one took the initiative to speak.

Back at Callahan Residence, Rebecca saw that Mavis was injured, and asked with concern, "What

happened? How did you get hurt like this? Anthony, how could you let Mavis get hurt!"

Anthony didn't speak, and Mavis explained, "It's okay, Rebecca. There is a small problem with a project

I'm in charge of. When I went to solve it, the car accidentally scratched me. It's not a big problem, and it

has nothing to do with Anthony."

"Anthony, Mavis is your wife anyway. Why don't you send someone to follow her from time to time..."

While whining and complaining, Rebecca took Mavis from Anthony and prepared to help Mavis go

upstairs.

She originally wanted to call the private doctor of Callahan Residence to check on Mavis, but Mavis

refused.

The two walked through the hall all the way. It was very difficult for Rebecca to support her and she had

no experience in caring for others. Mavis silently endured the pain, and walked towards the stairwell

without saying a word.

Just as she was about to reach the stairs, Mavis suddenly hung in the air.

When she realized it, she had already been held in Anthony's arms.

"My own wife, I take care of her myself."