The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 165 He is the canary I raise

The two men quickly went out.

While heading to the suburbs, Melvin was so tired that he wanted to take a nap, but fell asleep

unexpectedly.

He did not sleep soundly and had a very strange dream.

In the dream, he was in a hut that was empty and simple.

Boom--

Suddenly there was a deafening gunshot from outside the door.

He had a sharp pain in his heart and gazed down to find himself pierced by a bullet at his heart.

The blood instantly stained his whole body.

The pain went down the heart and spread to all the limbs.

He turned back in shock.

In the dim light, Lyra was standing by the door, pointing the gun in her hand coldly at him.

The face was deadly cold. The pair of starry eyes was without a trace of temperature, cruel and cold-

blooded.

For, why ...

He was red-eyed and wanted to get closer to her to see and ask for clarification.

He just walked two steps forward, and his vision suddenly fainted. What he saw in front of him was

drenched by the scarlet blood, and finally he could not even see the opposite side

"Boss? Boss!"

With Chad's calling, Melvin regained his consciousness.

"Boss, we have arrived. Up here is the trail. To avoid being noticed by Charlotte, we have to walk up."

Melvin blinked his black eyes and subconsciously looked down at his heart.

Under the suit and shirt, it was pulsating vividly and powerfully.

But the sharp pain in the dream just now was too real.

It was so real that he was somewhat indistinguishable from now and the dream just now. Which was

unreal in the end ...?

Lyra's cruel expression flashed back in his mind and his heart throbbed violently.

Chad sensed that he was in a weird state. His face was extremely pallid. Chad tested his forehead’s

temperature with the back of his hand.

It was cold. He had no fever.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?!"

Chad's uninterrupted voice woke him up from his bizarre nightmare memories.

His face gradually returned to normal and his long legs stepped out of the car, "I’m fine. Let's go."

...

Seaside Villa.

As they just went out to the suburbs, Anthony's man reported immediately.

Learning of Melvin's movements, Anthony narrowed his blue eyes, "What's he doing in the suburbs?"

The man who came to report the news bowed his head and replied, "It seems that he went to see a

woman."

Women?

Anthony's mouth was slightly hooked. He recalled Melvin's deliberate attempt to get Lyra's attention at

the police department and his sad-fishing and behaving like a spoiled child.

His eyes were very affectionate, as if his heart and eyes were filled with only Lyra.

But this man went behind Lyra's back to meet other women secretly.

That was fun.

"Go find out who he met with and the reason. I want to see all the information as fast as possible."

"Yes."

His blue eyes were interestingly focused as he got up and went to the Angle Group.

At that time, Lyra was sitting in the president's office, preparing to leave work.

Because she had previously announced that she was the owner of Angle Group, she let Keith vacate

the president's office two days ago when she was free, and Keith went back to manage his own

company in Frayton.

She just finished arranging the office table when Kellie knocked on the door.

"Ms. Carroll, there's a man in uniform at the door. He says he wants to see you. His last name is

Callahan."

What was Anthony doing here?

"Got it. Let him in."

"Okay."

Kellie replied briskly. After stepping forward to the door, Kellie turned her head again to look at her and

whispered in an admiring way, "Mr Callahan is too good-looking. You’re really ... this!"

She gave a thumbs up and looked at Lyra with admiration.

Lyra had little expression and waved her hand gently, signaling her to go down.

When Anthony entered, Lyra had already sat down on the small sofa in the meeting room and was

politely pouring him a cup of tea.

"I'm getting ready to leave work. What can I do for you?"

Anthony's eyes smiled as he took the cup of tea and gently took a sip before saying, "It's not a big deal.

Just curious why Lyra cut me off so obviously at noon. Is it because of that manservant in your villa?"

Lyra poured herself a cup of tea as well with a serious expression, "It's because I know very well that

you and I are the same kind of people. So it's not possible."

The Anthony she knew was overbearing and paranoid, but also seemed to have a a morbid fear of

getting dirty and a strong sense of possessiveness.

But for exactly what extent was , she was not sure.

"So in that case, you have no relation with that manservant?"

Lyra thought about it.

To put an end to his thoughts on the relationship, she had to find an uncontrollable factor that will break

him off completely.

"It is not unrelated. As you can see, to me, he is a good-looking canary that I keep in my villa."

That made Anthony frown, "I'm not better looking than him?"

Lyra didn't say anything, picked up her cup of tea and drank it down.

Anthony thought of something and the smile in his eyes grew stronger, "It seems you don't know your

canary well enough. You have no idea what he'll do behind your back."

"What do you mean?"

Anthony got up and haughtily straightened the collar of his military uniform.

"Come on. I'll show you what he is like when he does something behind you back."

...

Suburban hut.

The sunlight poured down and the wooden door creaked open.

Chad stood guard just outside in the shadows as Melvin stepped slowly into the house with the sunlight

at his back.

Charlotte was sitting on her bed, dazed. When she heard the voice of door opening and turned around

to see, she burst into tears.

She struggled to get out of bed, and because she was in such a hurry, her whole body flung itself to the

ground and stumbled towards Melvin.

"Melvin! I was wrong Melvin! I shouldn't have believed Ashley that day. Shouldn't have let her

bodyguards come and kill you! I still love you deeply in my heart. Now they abandoned me here and

want to leave me to my own devices. Only you can save me!"

Melvin looked at her expressionlessly. His back was straight and towering over her.

"I'm not here to save you. But if you can explain everything you know, I can send you back to jail, not

allow them to bully you again, and let you live in peace the rest of your life."

When Charlotte heard him say this, her tears streamed down to the floor.

"Melvin, you are so cruel! Even if we don't mention the saving stuff, we are still childhood friends. How

can you send me back to hell!?"

Melvin's cold face remained unchanged, "Sending you back to jail and letting you live in peace is the

best settlement, and the best exchange for me as a condition of your confession. Isn't it better to live

than to die?"

Charlotte's face was full of tears.

If she hadn't gone back to Crana and didn't fight for Mrs. Freeman's name, she would still be relaxing

abroad with no worries about food and clothing.

The more she thought about it, the more chagrined she became, crying at the top of her lungs.

Melvin just stood quietly, without hesitation in his eyes.

Outside the hut.

Anthony had his men use a ruse to get rid of Chad, who was protecting Melvin in the shadows. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Then, leading Lyra to stand far outside the hut and watch through a small window.

Anthony smiled wickedly and whispered, "Lyra, look, your canary is more than capable. Not only found

the old lover missing for many days, but also with her quietly in the suburbs rendezvous. He acts one

way to your face and another behind your back. You can not keep him."