The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 169

The two men got on quickly and methodically, moving so fast they almost overlapped and were indistinguishable.

Lyra did not know how to assemble this stuff, looking dazzled.

But she kept her eyes on Melvin.

He was too calm. He said he had only touched a few times, but the skilled movements were completely out of his muscle memory.

It was impossible to do without years of experience in using guns so he was able to assemble with Anthony without the slightest disadvantage.

She stared intently at Melvin. Her expression was growing grim.

Across the room, Anthony was keenly aware that Lyra's focus had been on the opposite side.

When assembling to the last part, his hand deliberately paused for half a second.

In this half second, Melvin had already finished putting it together, coldly raised his gun and aimed at between his eyebrows. The killing intent was rolling under his eyes.

Hid bony hand gestured to pull the trigger.

Lyra noticed his movement and voiced out almost instantly, "Melvin, no!"

Melvin was stunned, and his dark eyes suddenly trembled uncontrollably, but did not move.

"Drop it. That's an order!"

Across the room, Anthony's eyes were provocative.

Melvin bit his lower lip and was shaken by the command, and his body hurt as if there was pins and needles.

After struggling for two seconds, he finally put down the gun. His face was ghastly.

Anthony, however, laughed heartily, "Congratulations, you won the game but lost her. As I said, you're just a pet that has to listen to its master. So it's time for you to quit."

Melvin's eyelashes were slightly drooping. His dark eyes were empty and listless, and his hands and feet were cold.

Anthony turned his gaze to Lyra again, and his tone was delighted, "Lyra, I knew it. Although you don't, you care about me in your heart. Let's get back together, OK?"

Lyra glanced at Melvin and then at the last piece on the coffee table that Anthony had never assembled.

Instantly, she understood Anthony just made a little trick.

She looked to Anthony and said indifferently, "You're wrong. I just don't want to see blood, and if you had loaded the gun first, I would have stopped you from killing him just as much."

Anthony's expression gradually froze.

Lyra continued, "If I had to choose between you and him, I'd choose Melvin."

After the employment agreement expired, she will not have any relationship with Melvin. This was his personal assurance, and she still recorded it on her phone.

But it was not so with Anthony.

If she can't completely cut off his strong desire to possess and think about her, it will only bring her a lot of trouble in the future.

Anthony was tougher than Melvin!

"Lyra, I know you're still mad at me ..."

Lyra picked up where he left off, "I'm long past being angry about what happened so many years ago. It's impossible to be together with you."

She looked to Melvin with a sexual and sensual smile. Her slender fingertips were beckoning towards him, "Come here. Sit on me."

The two men were stunned at the same time.

Melvin, under the compelling attack of her beautiful eyes, got up and walked over.

Lyra pulled him into her arms as soon as she could and let him sit on her lap.

It was clear that she was smaller than both men, but her aura was overwhelming and she did not lose at all.

The lightly provocative look as if she was the playboy who came to enjoy herself.

Melvin was stiff. His brain was blank. His heart was pounding, and he couldn't figure out what she was up to.

She actually offered to let him sit on her?

Lyra saw his puzzled gaze, tenderly rubbed his short hair and said in the soft and seductive tone.

"Hold me."

Melvin's fingers stiffened and froze for two seconds before he tentatively wrapped his arms around her waist.

Just as he came closer, Lyra, in a voice that only two people could hear, leaned close to his ear and said very softly, "Put on a show with me."