The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 162

This meant that the money didn't belong to them and Lyra will get it all back.

She was cruel enough.

The group of police officers who had just imagined that they could be hit by Lyra's money instantly stopped thinking about it.

What a ruthless woman! They can't afford to mess with her!

Originally, Elizabeth thought about the price of the fruit and wanted to ask more money from Lyra, but at the moment she completely collapsed and couldn't think about this matter any longer.

It was finished. Lyra reached out lazily to rub her shoulders.

Melvin noticed her movement and hurriedly stepped forward. His bony hands carefully massaged her shoulders and neck.

Lyra didn't refuse, enjoying his service and turning her head to look at Anthony and Bernard.

"Master Callahan, Mr. Bernard, the money is paid. Can we leave now?"

This was "Master Callahan", not Anthony.

Bernard didn't hear Anthony talk and glanced at him subconsciously.

He was found staring at Melvin who was messaging Lyra's shoulders, without saying a word.

Bernard could only answer for himself, "Yes, you and Mr. Freeman are free to go anytime."

Upon receiving the permission, Lyra left without looking back. Melvin followed her and the bodyguards moved along with her.

The gesture was like a large troop of migration.

As they just went out of the interrogation room, they heard Elizabeth yelling, "Call an ambulance! Hurry up!"

Ashley passed out from the pain.

Lyra smiled in satisfaction and walked away quickly.

After getting out of the police department, Lyra dismissed the "bodyguard group", leaving Fifteen and Chad.

As they just dispersed, Anthony who was draped in a dark green military coat came out of the department. His voice was evil and demonic, "Lyra, we have not seen each other for years. Let's have lunch?"

Without waiting for Lyra's answer, Melvin tightened his eyebrows and his dark eyes were furious, "She's not available!"

Lyra gave him an unpleasant look.

Melvin's expression, which was grim a second ago, turned wronged the moment he noticed that she was looking over.

His long and curly eyelashes fluttered lightly.

His pale face made him look like a poor little man who wanted to be loved.

He gently bit his thin lips, quietly pulled up the cuffs of his suit, revealing the red and bloody marks on his wrists for sad-fishing. His voice was very soft.

"Lyra, I want to go back to the villa. I'll make lunch for you, okay?"

Fifteen had long appreciated his Oscar-ranked face-changing skills and had seen it all, rolling her eyes.

But it was the first time for Chad to see his own boss in this way and he was jaw-dropping.

Anthony also frowned. His eyes were sizing up Melvin.

And Lyra, who was the focus of the conversation, was sizing him up as well.

The son of bitch was playing the bitter trick again?

She gritted her teeth. Her eyebrows arched and she put her hand gently up to Melvin's face.

Melvin saw her movement, and was slightly moved. He gladly lowered his head to let his face closer to her, waiting for her touching.

However, the moment she touched his cheek, the smile on Lyra's face froze and turned cold.

She grabbed his cheeks, fiercely wringing, "acting again? Why are you so shameless? Do you need my help?"

"Hiss ..."

Melvin gasped and tightened his features in pain, but did not hide and let her just do it.