The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 173 Who is the old friend?

Twelve glanced at Nineteen who are next to him. He was a little worried and wished to speak but

stopped on a second thought: "Miss ..."

Lyra waved her hand lazily, "You can leave."

When the two had just left, she received another call from Keith.

"Rara, Collin has double-checked. The family's list doesn't have a file on a man who looks like this

one."

Lyra pursed her lips and was lost in thought.

Keith continued, "It could be that your new recruit Nineteen is lying, or it could be this person is hiding

deep. In any case, you can't believe everything, and Nineteen is someone you should be careful with."

"Well, don't worry, Keith. I know what to do."

Hanging up the phone, she took out the sketchbook in the drawer, flipped to the page with the portrait

of the man in black, and looked at it carefully for a while before continuing to work.

It was close to off duty before she took Nineteen with her and set off for Fantalure Bar.

Nineteen was driving and Lyra sat in the back.

The atmosphere inside the car was quiet, and Nineteen would occasionally look at her twice through

the rear-view mirror.

Lyra sensed his gaze.

"What do you want to say?"

Nineteen hesitated before saying, "Miss, I was sent over there to kill you before. The people around

you always suspect me, so why do you trust me? Even bring only me to protect you tonight. You’re not

afraid of what I will really do to you on the road?"

Lyra smiled delicately.

"Since you have become my person, of course I will trust you absolutely. Besides, I’m not weak. I can

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Nineteen also laughed.

She spoke without hiding, which he did like.

The two talked quite harmoniously, and Nineteen suddenly got the idea to make fun of her, "So what if I

conspire with the other side and I'm not the only one to kill you?"

Lyra lowered her eyes and looked carelessly out the window.

"Would you?"

Before Nineteen had a chance to answer, they arrived at Fantalure Bar.

Lyra instructed him to hide in the shadows if he had nothing to do, and to come out when something

happened.

After giving the order, she went into the bar by herself.

Because she was wearing a classical black velvet skirt with gauze tonight, once she entered the bar,

she looked a bit out of style with the men and women in the bar.

But Lyra didn't care about that, and headed over to Anthony's private room without a second glance.

In the aisle, a very tall man with sunglasses brushed past her.

She stopped walking and her expression suddenly became serious.

Because just now, she seemed to glance at the location of the temple under the man's sunglasses,

there was a black mole.The appearance was somewhat familiar.

"Sir."

She turned back and her beautiful eyes were brilliant as she looked at the man.

The man paused and slowly turned back.

Under the sunglasses, he had a high nose. He seemed to have good features, and was tall and lanky,

feeling like he had a height of about 6.3 feet.

Seeing that Lyra was staring at him and smiling, the man was a little puzzled. His voice was steady.

"Is this lady calling me?"

Lyra elegantly pulled her lips up and took two steps closer in his direction, "Yes sir, may I ask how to

get to VIP 69 room?"

The man did not change his expression, "I am not familiar with this place. Miss you can ask waiters."

"From your accent, you don't sound like you're from Frayton. Are you visiting from out of town?" Lyra's

voice was soft, and her beautiful eyes were gentle as she accosted the man.

The man's eyes under the sunglasses saw her eyes. His face was cold and icy, "Miss, if you are asking

for directions, find a staff. If it's a casual conversation, I have things to do, so I'll leave first."

Lyra smiled and nodded, watching the man's figure disappear completely down the aisle.

It wasn't until she turned around that her eyes grew cold.

She opened the door of the private room. It was quiet inside, only Anthony sitting alone on the sofa

tasting wine.

"Master Callahan, you didn't deliberately lie to me about an old friend? In order to get me out?"

Anthony took the initiative to help her pour a glass of red wine, with a bitter smile in his eyes, "Do you

think I would be this kind of person? Old friend is real. Just haven't arrived yet. We can drink and talk

for a while."

He pushed a full glass of wine onto the table in front of her.

Lyra walked right in and sat down, but didn't take the glass of wine.

Anthony saw that she didn't want to drink and laughed, "Just a toast to see me off. You won't even

respect me?"

He finished. Full of melancholy, he drank the glass of wine . The pair of blue eyes lost their former

elegance, and as if it was reluctant, he again filled himself with a glass of red wine and raised to Lyra.

Lyra picked up the glass, shook the dark red wine elegantly and passed it to her nose for a light sniff.

She asked tentatively, "I have known you for so many years. You should not be the kind of man who

would do underhanded tricks. Don't you think so?"

Anthony's expression grew serious, "Are you suspecting that I drugged the wine?"

Lyra did not speak, nor did she deny it. Her beautiful eyes remained lightly smiling.

Anthony abruptly stood up from the couch, walked over to her, picked up her glass of wine and drank it.

Lyra gently fluttered her eyelashes and the expression on her face was unchanged.

As if irritated by her distrustful eyes, Anthony picked up the remaining half bottle of red wine on the

table, and poured it directly into his mouth.

Because of the rush, a lot of liquor drowned out from the lips, sliding down his neck, leaving pieces of

wine stains on the white shirt.

After the whole bottle was empty, he slammed the bottle against the opposite wall.

There was a loud snap and a splitting of the pieces.

"Can you trust me now?"

His long, slender legs staggered slightly two steps forwards, and his eyes stared at Lyra with hurt.

Like feeling hot inside the heart, he roughly ripped two buttons in front of his chest. His delicate

collarbone was vaguely exposed. With his face, he looked very lustful.

Unfortunately, Lyra had no time to admire his beautiful face.

She smiled with arched eyebrows and said in a soft voice.

"It was just a joke with you. But I ended up upsetting you, so it's my fault. Since it's a farewell, of course

I have to drink."

She got up, reopened another bottle of red wine, took a new glass, elegantly toasted Anthony, drank

the whole glass without hesitation. She showed him her empty glass after she finished it.

Anthony noticed that her gaze was not focused on his movements, and felt depressed. Was it because

with Melvin, that little pet, she was no longer interested in looking at the bodies of other men?

Thinking of this, he sat back down on the sofa in dismay, as if unwillingly, he asked the final question.

"Lyra, are we really ... impossible?"

"Yes."

On this issue, Lyra did not hesitate and her tone was indifferent.

Anthony's head got even lower.

Lyra could not see his expression, but could clearly feel a strong sense of frustration and

disappointment all over him.

There was always sadness and disappointment, but it was impossible for her to say any words of

comfort, much less giving Anthony the slightest chance.

Just when the atmosphere in the private room was weird, the door of the room was gently opened.

A slender figure walked in with high heels.

Lyra subconsciously averted her gaze.

After seeing the appearance of the visitor, she was slightly startled.