The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 168 Bet on your life and shot your head

He was reclining on the sofa. His blue eyes were smilingly staring at Melvin.

The posture was lazy and evil.

He checked the men around Melvin. He was not a simple character, and Melvin's profile was so clean,

so clean that he had to be suspicious.

"I'm just Melvin. That's all."

Melvin's dark eyes stared at him. He stepped up to the sofa next to Anthony's and sat straight and

upright.

Melvin gently glanced at him. The first he noticed was Anthony’s perfect pectoral muscles and

collarbone which were exposed from his black shirt. With the blue and deep eyes, he was simply good-

looking like a goblin.

Even he, a man, found this image beautiful, and Lyra should find it eye-catching too, right?

Melvin suddenly remembered what Anthony said to Lyra "affection for so many years". And in the

police department, when Lyra saw Anthony, her face was complex.

Lyra she ... once liked him, right?

Anthony noticed that he was staring at his body, and smiled evilly, "I am a man who is imperative to

what is mine. If someone else dares to get his hands on it, I will chop that person up and snatch it back.

You know what I mean?"

Melvin laughed.

Anthony wanted to chop him up?

He poured himself another glass of wine and drank it haughtily. "You can try. I’ll keep you company, but

..." Melvin said it in a highly provocative tone.

He paused and his expression was serious and deliberate, "Lyra she is not anyone's personal

belongings. I have long learned it. She has always had opinions and ideas. She makes decisions that

no one can influence."

"Sure, but I can guide her to make choices, like last night."

The black eyes of Melvin were a little focused, hostile, and cold.

Anthony sat up and glared at him, "I taught her how to use a gun. She's very smart and learned so

quick. I was right behind her last night and watched her did it clearly."

Melvin realized what he was trying to say and frowned furiously.

He continued: "If she didn't want to hurt you, she was perfectly capable of leaving you unharmed. So

she was angry with you and even wanted to kill you. You are just a pet to her. Get rewarded for

obedience and punished for disobedience. She stopped loving you a long time ago."

"Think again about the look on her face when she first met me. She has me in her heart. When the

misunderstanding between her and I is solved. You, the pet, will have no meaning to exist. Can you

understand?"

Melvin's thin lips pursed, and his pupils were trembling slightly. His dark eyes were deep and cold.

Anthony admired the look on his face and smiled cockily.

But the next moment, Melvin also smiled.

"You deserve to be the boss of Security Agency. You’re good at coming between us, and scheming.

You can seize people's vulnerability and hurt their hearts the most."

With what he said, Anthony stared at him cautiously with his beautiful eyes.

He didn’t say too much, and Melvin was so quickly reacted to. This man was never so simple as the

surface.

Melvin continued, "It wasn't just that easy for you to quietly ask me to meet you today, was it?"

Anthony resumed his lightly smiling expression.

"Don't you want to see how important you really are in her heart? When facing death, does she care

more about you or me?"

The two men looked at each other from a distance.

One was cold, hostile and deep.

The other was evil and impetuous.

...

Lyra and Jackie were in a meeting. During which a sudden noise came from outside in the hallway.

The sound was loud.

Lyra and Jackie both looked at each other and got up to push the door open to check.

Outside the door, a man in a suit was arguing with a female assistant.

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The assistant came over and said, "Ms. Carroll, I told this gentleman you were in a meeting with Jackie

and couldn't see him. But he just tried to barge in and I almost couldn't stop him!"

The man turned back to Lyra and bowed respectfully, "Miss Carroll."

Lyra sized up his face as if she had seen him somewhere, "You're with Anthony?"

The man was happy to be recognized.

"Yes, I'm with Master Callahan. I'm sorry to bother you, but it's very urgent. My Master Callahan and Mr.

Freeman want to play a game of betting life!"

"Bet life?"

Lyra's cold eyes narrowed slightly, "What is Anthony trying to do?!"

"They are now in Fantalure Bar room. Please quickly go with me to persuade them. It might end with

killing!"

Lyra frowned. Her small face almost instantly turned gloomy.

She turned back and instructed Jackie, who was standing at the door, "Go down and get busy. We'll

continue the meeting tomorrow."

After giving the order, she quickly rushed to Fantalure Bar.

After pushing open the door of the VIP room, she saw two men were sitting across the table on the

ring-shaped leather sofa.

And on the table, there were arranged and organized firearms parts.

The desire to win and lose was extremely strong in each other's eyes.

Noticing Lyra's entrance, Melvin, who was near the door, quickly got up and blocked her view.

Lyra's eyes were cold and her tone was unpleasant, "What for?"

Melvin glanced back slightly and said to Anthony, "Get dressed."

Anthony raised his eyebrows and slowly buttoned the two buttons on the shirt, which were loose at his

collarbone.

When he was fully dressed, Melvin moved to the side and let Lyra sit on the couch first.

Lyra sat in the middle position. Her hands were folded and her posture was dominant. She coldly

glanced at the table of the overall gun parts.

She sneered: "Assembly games? Take a gun and shot the loser? Whose idea?"

The two men were silent at the same time.

Lyra looked at Melvin, "He is the boss of Security Agency. He grew up with this stuff. You actually

agreed to play with him. You know guns?"

Her words was a test.

Melvin's dark eyes smiled slightly, "I've had the pleasure of using it a few times before. Although I'm not

familiar with it, he provoked it in the first place. As a man, of course, I have to fight."

Anthony said, "Lyra, this is a game between us."

Lyra grunted coldly, folded her hands and leaned towards the back of the sofa. Her expression was

cold and arrogant.

"Since you don't take your lives seriously yourselves. I'm not going to stop it. Feel free. Let me see

who's head got shot first."

Anthony's men were dumbfounded.

"Huh? Aren't you here to persuade them?"

Lyra's expression was indifferent, as if she had come to see the fun.

Anthony looked to his men, "Get out. No matter what you hear or what happens later, don't come in."

"Yes."

As soon as a few henchmen left, the room fell into an extremely intense atmosphere as the door to the

private room closed.

Anthony looked at Melvin and smiled, "We signed a life and death agreement. Whoever loads first can

shoot the other person and never back out. You really want to bet?"

Melvin's face was calm.

"Keep you company to the end."

Lyra tightened her grip and took a breath.

Anthony's heart was more ruthless than Melvin's, and he was bound to shoot if he won.

But Melvin, since he dared to bet, must not be unprepared for the battle.

Guns and weapons were controlled very tightly in Crana, and even for the powerful families, there were

not necessarily many people who had touched them. And Melvin even said he used them a few times.

She would like to see how well Melvin knew this stuff and how fast his hands were.

Just thinking about it, the men on either side of the coffee table were sitting upright with a strong

murderous aura around them.

After the countdown of Anthony, the game started.