The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 174 Something's not right with the bar tonight

Shuttling around from memory, she asked uncertainly, "Are you ...Rebecca?"

Rebecca Callahan, who was happy to see that she remembered her, came forward and took her arm.

"Lyra, you are so beautiful. I haven't seen you for so many years. Did you miss me?Anthony said you

are in Frayton and I couldn't wait to come and visit you."

Rebecca and Anthony were half-brother and sister. She was the seventh in the of Callahan family, and

she was the same as the youngest daughter, three years younger than her, and used to love to cling to

her from childhood. She had a naive character but also an arrogant little princess.

She smiled and tickled the tip of Rebecca's nose, "You have grown up and is still acting like a clinger?"

Rebecca softly grabbed her arm wobbling, "Lyra, you laugh at me. It’s because I like you. I still do not

let others touch me. This time it is rare for me to leave home. Lyra, you have to accompany me."

To accompany her?

This was not to find herself a little troublesome person?

Anthony also said, "Lyra, I only received the urgent mission from Security Agency this morning. You

came quietly last night. I will leave Frayton early tomorrow morning. You have to take care of her for a

while."

Lyra frowned slightly.

Lyra was just about to say no, when Rebecca pouted, "Lyra, I haven't seen your home in Frayton yet.

Just take me in for half a month. I promise I won't cause you any trouble."

Half a month was impossible. Rebecca would drive her crazy, "Three days at most."

"Three days is the deal!" Rebecca compressed her lips. She will rent a small place to live on her own

over here by then.

The sound of a raucous dance floor was faintly heard from outside the bar.

Since they had negotiated about the temporary place to stay, Rebecca warmly invited her, "Lyra, why NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

don't you go outside with me to the dance floor? I'm usually at home. My parents are very strict, and it's

my first time at a bar."

Go outside?

Lyra remembered the man in the suit she had just met in the aisle and was vaguely suspicious.

She subconsciously glanced at Anthony next to her.

Anthony was pouring himself a glass of wine. The side of his face was exquisite. The contours were

clear. The pair of blue eyes were deep. And there was no extra expression on his face.

And Rebecca was insisting with a simple and cute expression.

If she had something to hide, her eyes can't fake it.

Seeing that Lyra delayed to answer, Rebecca stressed again, "OK! Lyra, you’re the best. Just

accompany me down to play for a while."

Lyra gently grabbed her cheeks.

"Okay."

...

Seaside Villa.

Melvin was preparing dinner in the kitchen.

Chad just sat in the living room, painstakingly investigating Nineteen's profile on his laptop.

Brad, Eleven and other bodyguards were still playing cards in the backyard.

"Boss, please come and take a look."

Chad's tone was serious as Melvin came out of the kitchen and he turned the laptop around and

showed Melvin the screen.

"Boss, look, I took the screenshot from the surveillance today in the Freeman group. I remember the

day of Crane Bay Bridge accident. Nineteen was taken by Master Keith. He was sent to kill Miss

Carroll. "

He paused and continued, "And I can't search his information all over the net. He is estimated to be a

killer in the black market."

Melvin looked closely at the face. His expression was grim.

Lyra could not possibly know this person's previous identity. Knowingly, she was still willing to keep

such a dangerous person around. What the hell was she up to?

As he was thinking about it, Twelve came back. Melvin heard a movement in the backyard and he went

over to the living room window.

Melvin keenly saw him and opened the door in a hurry to find that Twelve was the only one back at

Seaside Villa.

He had a vague feeling of bad premonition in his heart and asked Twelve in a deep voice, "Where is

Lyra?"

"It seems that the lady had a party at Fantalure Bar in the evening. She said she didn't need too many

people, so she let me back." Mentioning this, Twelve lowered her head.

Melvin frowned. If Twelve was back, then she did only bring Nineteen?

Realizing what was going on, he turned cold and stern with a deep hostility. Then he went directly to

the backyard and asked the few people who were gathering to play cards to go with him.

In the Fantalure Bar.

The dance floor was dazzling and psychedelic with colorful lights.

Lyra leaned gracefully against the pillar, gazing at Rebecca who was following the music on the dance

floor and dancing as much as the others.

She didn't care for such noisy occasions.

So she just watched from the sidelines, clapping and encouraging every now and then, signaling that

Rebecca was dancing well.

Occasionally she observed the various people around the dance floor.

And Anthony was leaning on the railing of the second floor’s room door.

Because of the relative distance and all the colored spotlights around the dance floor, Lyra could not

see his face. He seemed to be watching the situation over here as well.

She stopped watching him as Nineteen suddenly appeared silently at her side.

With a grim expression, he leaned close to her and whispered, "The atmosphere in this place is not

right. We have to be careful."

Lyra softly replied with "hmm"and kept calm, "just before I entered the private room, did you see the

man similar to your portrait?"

"I did." Nineteen nodded honestly.

"Is that him?"

Nineteen thought about it and shook his head cautiously, "Although I can't be completely sure, the

atmosphere in the bar tonight is subtle. You have only me. We have to be extra careful."

Just as he finished speaking, a handsome man with a slightly flushed face approached Lyra.

Lyra glanced at him and saw that he was good looking, like a well-mannered rich guy, so she asked

one question, "Something wrong?"

The man was a little shy, as if he had gathered a great deal of courage, and pointed to a group of men

and women in the cubicle opposite, with a supplicating gaze.

"This lady ... I lost the game. They want me to hit on you. I will only pass if you accept my toast. Can

you help me?"

Lyra and he stared at each other, but did not talk. Her beautiful eyes were smiling.

The man did not get her affirmative answer, and not discouraged. He took the initiative to take the

empty glass in the hands of a waiter, and poured her a small glass of red wine.

"Miss, is it okay?"

Lyra didn't move and didn't pick up.

Next to her, Nineteen quietly reminded, "Miss, don't drink the wine handed to you by strangers at the

bar."

The man lowered his head sheepishly and continued, "Just now I saw you from the crowd at a glance.

Miss, your beauty is different from all the girls here. Surely you won't refuse to help me get through,

right?"

Nineteen was still talking in a whisper at her side, "No, don't answer that, Miss."

With two men’s words, Lyra raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Yes."

The man was surprised to see her agree and handed her the wine in his hand.

Lyra was about to pick it up.

Her hand just touched it. A sudden pair of long and slender palm stopped her.

Lyra turned her head and saw a cold face staring at the man who handed her the wine, with rage under

his eyes.

"She won't even drink my wine. You don’t deserve it."