Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee

In front of the Lyon family’s grand entrance, Grandma Lyon approached and immediately noticed the ring on Tina’s hand. She cursed under her breath, “This little wench!” Yet, her face maintained a faint smile. “Jared, why are you still standing outside? Don’t be shy at your grandmother’s house, come in.”

Jared glanced at Grandma Lyon. If it weren’t for his mission to remain undercover, he would have severed all ties with the Lyon family long ago. They disgusted him. “We haven’t disinfected and bathed yet; we dare not enter,” he replied coldly.

Grandma Lyon felt even more repulsed by Jared than by his grandfather. She despised that he wouldn’t take the out she offered, thinking all the Farrells had the same annoying habits. But, for the sake of the mysterious business network, she had to accommodate.

With a swing of her solid wooden cane, Grandma Lyon struck the butler’s shin, causing him to fall unexpectedly to the ground. “You overstep your bounds! Is Jared a stranger? I only ordered those unknown bastards to disinfect and bathe, did I mean Jared? Fool, you’ve lost this month’s bonus.”

Tina smirked from the side. Unknown bastards? Were they referring to her? Probably.

After scolding the butler, Grandma Lyon turned back to Jared with a forced smile. “Jared, it’s just the servants being foolish. Come in, don’t just stand there.”

Jared, as if he hadn’t heard her, turned to look at Tina. Tina smiled slightly. “I heard that in the Lyon family, one must bathe and disinfect before meeting the family head, is that right?”

Grandma Lyon’s smile froze, and after a few seconds, she responded, “We have no such rule in the Lyon family.”

“Now we do,” Tina said, twirling her ring and walking in with Jared without changing their shoes, stepping onto the expensive wool carpet.

Grandma Lyon cherished that carpet, always insisting it be cleaned meticulously by hand. Now, with four muddy footprints on it, it felt like her heart was going to explode with anger.

Tina sat down, crossed her legs on the coffee table, and looked at Grandma Lyon. “After you’ve disinfected and bathed, then come see me.”

Clutching her cane tightly, Grandma Lyon wished she could smash it on Tina’s head, but she dared not approach. This young girl, only nineteen, exuded an intimidating presence that even made the seasoned elder feel a twinge of fear.

Silently, Grandma Lyon went to the disinfection room prepared for Jared and Tina to shower and change. Half an hour later, she emerged, genuinely bathed, her offensive old smell somewhat masked by the fragrance of the shower gel.

Sitting down and taking a sip of tea, Grandma Lyon remarked, “Jared, your uncle and aunt have gone out to work. We’ll eat when they return.”

Tina checked the time; it was already 7:30 PM. Were they still out working? The Lyon family indeed was diligent.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Jared’s eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a sneer. After all these years, his grandmother had not developed any new tricks.

It was always like this. When Jared and Marie were children, every time they returned home, only Grandma Lyon was there, always using the same excuse: they would eat when their uncle and aunt came home. But when they did, they would claim they had already eaten, leaving Marie hungry.

Jared leaned back, “Alright, we’ll wait for them to come home, then we’ll eat together.”

Grandma Lyon pursed her lips. As a child, Jared was just a pretty face without much else to offer. But now, he seemed to carry an aura of ruthlessness, as if he had returned from a battlefield. It was truly chilling.

The girl beside him was no better, lacking even the appearance of a young lady. The room fell into an awkward silence, with not even the most basic pleasantries exchanged. Grandma Lyon used to scold Marie, throwing cold taunts her way. But now, in the presence of Jared and Tina, she found herself unable to utter a single word of reproach.

Soon, the Lyon family members returned home. Warren Lyon entered first with his wife Megan, followed by their children. Before anyone could speak, the limping butler intercepted them, “Young master, please proceed to the disinfection room to bathe and change, as instructed by the head of the household.”

Warren, who had lived in the Lyon family for over forty years, was unfamiliar with any head of the household, nor the requirement to disinfect upon entering his own home. Angered, he slapped the butler across the face, “You dog, who are you speaking to!”

Following him were his brother Oliver with his wife Leah, and their sister Sonia with the younger family members. Confusion spread among them upon hearing about this bathing requirement. The butler, covering his face, helplessly explained, “It’s all ordered by the head of the household. Mrs. Lyon has already bathed, please everyone, go one by one.”

Warren cursed, “I want to see what kind of person dares to make me disinfect.”

He shoved the butler aside and stormed into the living room. Seeing Tina sitting there, he started angrily, “Which bastard is making me disinfect…”

Before he could finish, Warren choked, coughing violently and collapsing, unable to speak. Megan gasped, “Dear, what’s wrong with you?”

Their son Connor pointed at Tina, “Mom, it must be this bitch!”

In a flash, Jared was in front of Connor. With a snap, Connor’s screams filled the air!

The Lyon family was terrified, unable to see how Jared moved so quickly or how he had broken Connor’s fingers.

Grandma Lyon, distressed for her son and grandson, yelled at Tina, “What have you done!”

Tina crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at Grandma Lyon, “Is this how you speak to the head of the household?”

“How dare you…” Grandma Lyon took a breath, subdued for the sake of her family, “Head of the household, what have you done?”

It was then that the Lyon family realized that the young woman Jared had brought was actually the head of the Lyon family. Tina nodded, satisfied, “Didn’t I say? You must bathe and change before meeting the head of the household.”

Andrew was the first to recover, helping his brother and father, “Let’s go to the disinfection room.”

Tina looked deeply at Andrew, thinking, “At least the reaction is quick.”