The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 167

Along with this shot, a sudden stabbing pain came from his body.

It was not the heart, but the right arm.

He opened his eyes and looked down to find a bloodstain left on his white shirt from a bullet that had grazed his arm.

The shouting behind them suddenly stopped.

He looked back and found Charlotte still maintaining her pose with her teeth and claws open to attack him. Her expression gradually changed from fierceness to numbness. Her heart was pierced by a bullet.

The blood was like a blooming poppy, staining her dress red.

Charlotte froze, and after seeing the blood on her chest, her face turned pale, and soon both eyes rolled over. And she fell to the ground unconsciously.

A rhythmic and powerful applause came from outside the door.

Anthony looked at Lyra with praise in his eyes, "Lyra, you are too modest. Although you haven't used a gun for so many years, your technique is still very accurate, really worthy of my teaching."

Lyra threw the revolver in her hand, and her face was cold in the dim light of the hut's kerosene lamp. She did not answer him at all.

Melvin was still standing in place, staring at Anthony.

Anthony laughed sarcastically. It was not sure if he was laughing at Melvin or himself, "You win. Just now we played a game. I let Lyra choose between you and this woman. You came to the suburbs so late behind her back to date an old lover. She can still choose you. You make me envy you."

"Game?"

Melvin suddenly felt disappointed and there was coldness around his body.

He pursed his thin lips and wrinkled his brows at Lyra.

Lyra didn't look at him, but stared at Charlotte who had fallen to the ground, and spoke to Anthony, "Is that what you want to see? Is it fun?"

"Not fun, because I upset you."

Anthony concealed his despondency and his voice was lively, "Lyra, you are still young. It’s understandable that you want a good-looking little pet, but I can also be your pet. I can accompany you as long as you want to play or act. There is an affection between us for so many years. Am I not affectionate than this man?"

Melvin's brow knitted tighter, keenly noting his phrase "affection".

Both men's eyes were on Lyra's body.

Lyra looked straight ahead without looking at either of them, turned around and walked out of the hut, "It's late. I'm tired, and since the game was requested by Master Callahan, I'll leave the aftermath of Charlotte to Master Callahan to handle on his own."

She took a few steps out, didn't see someone follow and reminded, "Not following? Are you trying to go back with your feet?"

Melvin rushed to follow at a trot.

As he passed by Anthony, his and Anthony's eyes met coldly, each in intense disgust.

On the car back to Seaside Villa, the atmosphere was extremely embarrassed and no one was the first to speak to break the silence.

Melvin craned his head cautiously and glanced at Lyra.

She was looking out the window. Her face was expressionless and her eyes were cold. No one knew what she was thinking about.

The streetlight gave a dim glow to her side face, reflecting her stunningly beautiful face into his heart.

Tonight, it was learned that Lyra was only aiming at Charlotte with the gun, not him, so there was still a glimmer of gratitude in his heart.

But at this moment, Lyra was obviously not too happy, driving Fifteen even dare not move.

Melvin made a tentative move and gently tugged on her cuff.

Lyra did not react, still looking out of the car window.

Melvin coughed lightly twice and sounded slightly bitter, "Lyra, I'm hurt ..."

The answer to his question was silence.

"You hurt me."

The air was quiet and still.

Melvin looked at the wound on his right arm in depression. It was just a minor abrasion, not a big problem.

But Lyra still seemed to be angry?

Fifteen of the front row was driving, simply feeling the atmosphere was so embarrassed.

Melvin was unaware of this, and began to confess in earnest, "After the charity party, I let Ted keep an eye on it. So tonight I went along with Charlotte's place, but I didn't go on a date with her. And there is no former affection. I just wanted to get some clues from her, to help you find out who harmed you last time. "

Lyra averted her eyes, still pursing her lips without speaking.

She was actually thinking about Anthony.

For Anthony, she grew up admiring him. She was a little girl who followed him around blindly.

But then unpleasant things happened between them, and Anthony went into the Security Agency for training from then on. She had an accident in the year after that and stranded in Frayton.

From this meeting, Anthony became so strange ...

It was weird on him.

Lyra was so absorbed that Melvin was staring at her quietly.

Soon they arrived at the villa. Lyra opened the car door and walked to the villa’s door. Remembering something, she turned back to Melvin and said.

"If you're almost recovered, go back to work at the Freeman group. The order you made before has not yet expired."

"Got it."

Melvin also followed her and went back to his room before his face turned cold.

Anthony, the son of bitch, had a lot of nerve.

Today's incident was what he sent someone to follow and spoil his business at the critical moment obviously.

If he didn’t take revenge , it was difficult to eliminate his anger.

Because Lyra had previously relieved him of surveillance, he sent a command directly to Chad from his cell phone.

For several days in a row, everything was fine.

After having breakfast, Lyra went to the Freeman group. Melvin washed the dishes and then went to the group with her.

The Charlotte thing was barely over.

Lyra's next target was the Harrington Group.

Her money had been in the Harrington family's pocket for too long, and it was time to get it back step by step.

Harrington Group was also in the real estate and construction industry. Although its reputation and market value were not as good as the Freeman group, it was also one of the leaders in the Frayton industry.

Plus Lyra spent 8.8 billion to purchase shares from the Freeman group and the money was into Ashley's pocket, Harrington Group had not suffered much damage during this period. Lyra called Jackie to rework the plan with her.

The same time.

Melvin quietly skipped work from the construction site and went alone to meet Anthony in the agreed upon private room.

Anthony didn’t wear the military uniform this time and replaced it with a casual black silk shirt with two buttons slightly loose at the collar, revealing an exquisite and seductive collarbone and pectoral muscles.

When Melvin entered the room, Anthony was leaning back on the couch, lazily drinking the wine.

He picked up the red wine on the table, poured himself a glass of it, tilted his head and drank it all.

"Refreshing enough."

Anthony gently clapped his hands. His eyes raised, gazing at him, "I like Lyra since I was a child. If it wasn't for the years of delay in Security Agency, she and I might have gotten married. I know you like her too, but you got divorced. She is now just using you as a pet for revenge. You are willing to do that?"

Melvin did not speak. His dark eyes were deep as a pool.

Anthony continued, "I looked you up and got nothing. Apparently there's more to you than just the Freeman family in Frayton. So who the hell are you?"