The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 164

"Okay, let's go."

She turned around and was about to leave with Jalen when Anthony called her.

"Lyra, do you need me to come with you?"

Lyra didn't even think about it, "No, you should have your own business in Frayton. I'll leave first."

She just walked two steps forwards and then remembered that she still had Anthony's coat on, so she took the initiative to take it off and turned back to him.

Anthony did not pick up, and his eyes were gentle, "It’s cool. Take it."

Lyra handed it to the man behind him, who looked at Anthony and shook his head in fear, not daring to take it.

Being a little annoyed, she hung the coat directly on a flower bed in front of the restaurant, and then, without looking back, followed Jalen to leave.

Anthony looked at the direction she had disappeared, and then at the coat she had casually placed on the flower bed. His eyebrows tightened and he lowered his eyes.

Seeming to think of something, his expression became more and more gloomy, and he ordered his men, "Send two people to keep an eye on that Melvin. Report any movement immediately. Be careful not to be discovered. His men are good fighters. Besides, check his identity again."

"Yes, Master Callahan, please rest assured."

He took his coat off the flower bed and made a move to put it on him.

Anthony's eyes were stern and he yelled, "How dare you bring back something that's dirty? Throw it away!"

...

Before Lyra rushed to Keith's villa, that killer had been settled into a private doctor's ward where Charlotte was treated earlier.

She opened the door and went in. And the man who was injured was lying in bed with a infusion bottle.

Seeing Lyra, he sat up gently.

Lyra sat down on a chair placed two meters away from him and smiled, "I didn't expect forty people, the last one who survives is you. You were the only one who answered my question that day. You are the softest-hearted and the toughest. You want to see me. What do you want to say?"

The man thought for a moment and looked at her sincerely, "I thought if I didn't say anything, the organization will let me go.But I didn't expect them to be more ruthless than I thought. I know you sent someone to save me few times, and I can account for all the information I know."

"Oh?"

Lyra wondered, "You figured it out so quickly?

She asked, "How much money do you want as a reward?"

The man shook his head, "I don't want money. They won't let me go. I'm weak. Sooner or later I'll die in their hands, but I don't want to die yet."

"You want my asylum?"

The man stared into her eyes and smiled, "Talking to smart people just doesn't take much effort. In exchange, I want to be your bodyguard. You have a lot of big guys around you. That's the only way I can survive."

And he really wanted to be her bodyguard?

Lyra frowned and slightly raised her neck, with cold and noble temperament.

"I don't take anyone into my pocket. First, tell me the information you know. I'm sorry if it's not important."

The man looked at her face, being a little obsessed.

She looked like Siren. Her personality was jovial and she was ruthless, not like an average woman.

Such a woman, even if he can look at her twice a day, it was worth it.

He stopped thinking and began to tell what he knew.

"The person who hired us to kill you was talking to his boss. And I was next to him at that time. That man is very tall. Maybe 6.3 feet tall. He looks formidable ..."

He tried to recall, "Although he was wearing sunglasses that day, I noticed his temple seems to have a thumb-sized black birthmark. About the conversation, I vaguely heard him mention the master of his family. If we can find him, he should know all the inside story of this matter."

Lyra narrowed her eyes.

Black birthmark? His master?

"Besides the birthmark, do you remember the shapes of his face, lips, and the general appearance?"