The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 172 You can fight with your life once

Was it because boss was divorced, that he fell in love to stimulate the mind of boss?

His knees sank almost instantly, and he had to kneel down on the spot, screaming in agony.

"Boss, I was wrong! I never dare to quietly fall in love again. Please forgive me this time ... or you

punish me!"

"Who said anything about punishing you?"

Eh?

Brad's bent knee stopped midway. The posture was awkward. And his expression was obviously still

puzzled, which was a little comical.

Melvin's face was expressionless. His eyes were serious, "I recently encountered a similar problem, so

I called you to Frayton and asked you for advice."

The word "advice" was uttered. Brad had trepidation, and observed him for half a second. Seeing that

he really did not mean to get angry, Brad tentatively said.

"My girlfriend has a good temper. She is gentle as water, but can not touch the bottom line. She will

explode if I get her mad. As for making her happy well, it is nothing more than a small gift and attitude,

and talking sweet. When she needs you, you can decisively come forward."

Melvin lowered his eyes and pondered for a while. His expression became increasingly grave, "Lyra

herself is a rich woman. She simply does not lack money. She can buy any gift. She has seen more

expensive and rare things . This one will not work."

Er ...

Was this meant he was going to chase after Miss Carroll?

Brad was instantly in trouble, too.

He heard it from Chad before, knowing that Melvin suffered a lot by Lyra. It can even be described to

be abused badly.

This woman was hard-tempered and hard-hitting.

It was harder for Melvin to get her back than it was to pick the stars in the sky.

Brad scratched his head with a bitter look, "Or, has Miss Carroll recently tried to make something? You

can quietly help her, and then pretend to expose, so that she knows you helped her and grateful to

you."

Melvin thought hard about it.

Lyra was all about planning to put Harrington Group out of business these days, and he could indeed

push from behind, but ...

"I'll help her, but letting her know won't be necessary. She doesn't like to owe favors and won't change

her mind much because of it."

"So then, it doesn't make much sense for boss to do this ..."

The two men went silent at the same time.

The room fell into a brief silence.

Brad had a flash of light: "Given the current situation and Miss Carroll's temperament, the probability of

you remarrying her is almost zero. Have you ever thought of facing her with your real identity?"

Melvin didn't speak. His dark eyes were obscure.

Brad continued: "You are aware of what Mrs. Freeman and Miss Freeman had done to her before. The

relationship between these three women was stiff. Even if the previous debt are repaid, there is always

a gap in the heart. As long as they are in, Miss Carroll is unlikely to consider remarriage. "

"You have an idea?"

Melvin raised his eyes to meet his, and Brad hurried closer and continued in a whisper, "I think you can

fight for your life once."

"Life?"

"Yes, some people are very stubborn. They will only understand their own feelings after a complete

loss, but this thing can not act, can not be false. Miss Carroll is very shrewd. It has to be true. In order

to make her move, it is too dangerous. If you get it wrong, it can really get killed ... "

He paused and fell to his knees with a poof, manually begging for his life, "Whether you consider this

option or not, don't give me up ah! I'm going to get a license with my girlfriend next month. Boss, I don't

want to die yet!"

Melvin looked askance at his not promising look.

"It has nothing to do with you. It was my own idea. I will think about this matter again."

Brad was just barely relieved to get up from the ground.

The two talked for a while longer in response to this proposal before leaving the room.

The villa was clear and quiet, and Chad took the bodyguards a place they didn’t know.

Melvin and Brad searched around and finally saw four men sitting on small benches in the corner of the

back garden, concentrating on playing poker cards.

They were so focused on playing that didn't even notice Melvin and Brad when they approached.

Seventeen: "A pair of Queen!"

Chad smashed two cards aggressively, "I still have a pair of Aces. I didn't expect it ah ha ha!"

Seventeen was furious: "Shit! You left this behind!"

Melvin and Brad: "..."

They can't find anyone anywhere, the result was they nestled here. If Lyra knew, deducting wages was

the absolute.

Brad did not think about this. He quickly ran up, with a hilarious face, "How can four people play this?

Are you still short of people? Count me in!"

"Chad, come out." Melvin shouted just in time, turned his head and headed for the trees in the front

yard.

Brad's eyes sparkled with excitement as he waited for Chad to 'step aside'.

Chad had no choice but to hand his cards to Brad to continue and followed Melvin.

Confirming that it was far enough away that the poker playing squad, Melvin just sank his face and

asked in a small voice, "How did you do with what you were instructed to do last time?"

Chad habitually looked around and got close to his ear whispering, "Boss, do not worry. I used your

name to Security Agency side to find some trouble. Less than three days, Anthony is bound to leave

Frayton and should not come back to Frayton in short time. "

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Melvin should be, and remembered the new bodyguard today, "You go to check Nineteen. I always feel

that he looks familiar, as if I met him in the Crane Bay Bridge that day. If it is true, then you have to

guard against this person."

Remembering that Lyra also took Nineteen out today, he hastened to add, "The information has to be

quick."

"Yes, boss."

...

the Freeman group, President's office.

Lyra had just finished a meeting with Jackie when she received a call from Anthony.

She picked up and her tone was extraordinarily cold, "Master Callahan, was I not clear enough last

night?"

Anthony froze and sighed softly, "Lyra, Security Agency has something going on. I'm leaving Frayton. I

don't know when we'll see each other next ..."

Lyra had little expression.

"Business is important."

Anthony sighed again. His tone was heavy, "Lyra, you are too heartless. Even if we can't be lovers, with

the Lloyd family and the Callahan family, we are still friends. And last night an old friend of ours came

from Suham to here. Don't you want to know who it is? I want to invite you out for one last time tonight.

You won't refuse to give this face, right?"

Lyra was silent for half a second.

She always felt that Anthony was strange and behaved strangely ...

If she did not go to see for herself, how can she know what he was going to do.

"Okay, where is it?"

"Fantalure Bar."

After thinking about it, Anthony added, "This time it's just the three of us old friends, so don't bring that

little pet of yours."

"Hmm."

After hanging up the phone, Lyra pondered for a long time and analyzed what had happened during

this time, in a clear and organized manner.

She decided to call Twelve and Nineteen in.

"I have a party tonight. I do not need too many people, just Nineteen. Twelve, you go back to the villa

first."