Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee by KIKI

Chapter 501: Arrival at the Lyon Family

Upon arriving at the Lyon family estate, Jared's expression gradually turned solemn. He didn't recall visiting the Lyon family many times, but whenever he did, Marie would invariably leave in tears. Back then, he was too young to understand why the Lyon family targeted his mother, but as he grew older, he comprehended the reasons and ceased visiting.

As Tina looked through the car window, she noted that the Lyon family's residence was even more majestic than the Reed family's, resembling a manor, which Jack had mentioned disdainfully as being suffocating. "Mr. Farrell, ma'am, we have arrived," Nathan announced as he turned off the car and stepped out to open the door.

Jared helped Tina out of the car, and they stood in front of the grand entrance of the Lyon family home for a few seconds, his eyes as deep as the ocean, unfathomable. He stepped forward and rang the doorbell. "Who is it?" a voice inquired through the video call.

Jared frowned subtly and responded, "Jared Farrell."

There seemed to be a moment of hesitation on the other side before the door was opened.

The black iron gates slowly parted, yet no one came out to greet them. Jared's brow furrowed deeper, a thin layer of anger enveloping him. Tina gently patted his hand and smiled at him slightly. Instantly, the anger surrounding Jared dissipated, and he smiled back, taking Tina's hand and walking side by side into the estate.

At the entrance, two servants stood on each side, and a man in a casual suit, the butler of Lyon Manor, greeted them. "Mr. Farrell, please come in. Mrs. Lyon has been waiting for you for quite some time."

Jared did not respond but proceeded to enter with Tina. Unexpectedly, the butler stepped in their way.

Jared would have likely struck the butler, rendering

bath before you can meet Mrs.

Jared and Tina's expressions darkened. Changing shoes was normal, but a disinfection

a cracking sound was heard. Sweat beads formed instantly on the butler's forehead from the pain, and he was about to curse when he saw the ring on

the Lyon family heirloom ring? How did it end up on this young lady's

requiring one to kneel to greet the head of the family, you haven't forgotten that,

dragging his injured arm,

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family had many rules, as did many other families, but over time and with changing eras, these rules were gradually forgotten, especially by the younger generation who would not truly make someone kneel in greeting. However,

butler on the ground, Tina spoke sternly, "Is there no one else in the Lyon family?" The butler understood, quickly got up, and bowed, "Master, please wait, I will fetch Mrs. Lyon at once." With Tina's permission, the butler hurried into the

the financial news when the butler rushed in, panic-stricken, adding more wrinkles to her already furrowed face, "What's the hurry? Are you on fire? Isn't it just

Lyon wore gold-rimmed reading glasses, exuding an air of dignified grace, yet her face was marked by sharp and bitter expressions. Out of

as calm as Grandma Lyon usually was, the mention of the master's ring startled her. She had searched for this ring for thirty years without a trace. She had long known that her own mother had hidden the ring and given it to Marie, the family's loss-maker. In her youth, her mother and her mother-in-law had been close friends. Her marriage into the Lyon family was largely thanks to her own mother. After marrying into the Lyon family, her mother-in-law had handed the ring over to her mother to decide when it would be passed on. Unexpectedly, her mother had given the important ring to Marie, her least

had no intention of attending the engagement party of a grandson she barely knew. If not for the Hancock family girl setting her sights solely on Jared, she would

her facial expression, Grandma Lyon reseated herself on the sofa and put on her reading glasses. "Let them in," she commanded, "I want