The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 164 She names it randomly

"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?"

The man nodded but found it troublesome, "I maybe remember, but I don't know how to draw."

Lyra waved at Jalen.

Jalen took a sketchbook in and drew a clearer picture of a human face out of the man's description.

Lyra took a closer look to make sure she didn't recognize it.

"Is there any other information you can tell me besides that?"

The man pondered for a moment, "Yes, I remember the day before your accident, our contact site ..."

There was not much information, but at least it was still useful.

Lyra got up, approached him, gently bent down and observed the man's face, "Not bad. Although his

face is injured, the skin is a bit dark, the features are quite decent. Then from today onwards, you are

Nineteen."

"Huh?"

The man froze, "But I have a name ..."

Lyra snorted carelessly, "I don't need to know your name. I won't remember it if I did. So Nineteen is

your code name as my bodyguard."

Nineteen was stunned.

So that was how her bodyguards got their names?

It was really ... random enough.

Lyra: "When you recover, come and report to me. Remember?"

"Yes."

After settling Nineteen's affairs, Lyra exited from the private doctor's ward.

Keith was sitting downstairs in the living room waiting for her with a solemn expression, "Rara, he's

from that side. Aren't you afraid he's faking a gesture of goodwill and deliberately lowering your guard?"

Lyra sat on the sofa next to him, with a careless smile, "For what? I’ll test him. Even if it is really a

deliberate gesture of spy, is not better to find out the movement over there?"

Keith was silent.

There was nothing wrong with the reasoning and logic, but didn't she feel that by doing so, she was

putting herself in danger?

He sighed as Lyra handed him the sketchbook with the man's portrait, "Collin knows more about the

people employed in the Lloyd family. Can you ask him to check if he has a file on this man?"

Keith took it, "Okay."

...

In the evening, Seaside Villa.

Melvin was preparing dinner in the kitchen when he suddenly heard the familiar sound of birds chirping

and it was Chad.

He walked out of the kitchen and had just opened the door when he saw Chad already strutting through

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Fifteen went out with Lyra, and Seventeen was clearly still at the villa.

Chad noticed the cold gaze of his boss and quickly waved his hand, "Boss, don't misunderstand. I

didn't hit anyone this time to break in. I just walked in."

Melvin laughed lightly, "You beat him up last time, so you’re hooking up with him now?"

"People-person" Chad giggled.

He laughed and his expression suddenly froze, noticing that Melvin's words were very wrong!

"Boss, I'm straight. What do you mean I’m hooking up with him?"

Melvin digressed, "Get down to business."

Chad instantly became serious, got close to his ear and said in a very small voice, "You sent Ted to go

with Charlotte. Ted sent a signal back. Charlotte has been moved over two places. The last place has

never been changed, during which no one came, as if ... ... give up Charlotte?"

How was it possible to give her up so soon?

"Now that we've found her location, there's no one around her ..."

Melvin paused in his words and looked down at his watch. There were forty minutes before Lyra was

off duty, "Go check."