The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 179 He's not pretending to be pitiful?

Bernard rushed to call Lyra.

On the monitor, the man in ordinary uniform stood under the camera, with his back to the camera,

slowly extended his right hand and gave a thumbs down gesture.

After that, he left the police department, completely disappearing from all surveillance.

This attitude was extremely arrogant and provocative!

Bernard also checked out several other surveillance, and found only the back, or face was covered

tightly by a hat and sunglasses. He was completely unable to see the face. Only the tall figure was

vaguely visible.

This man was not only arrogant, but also familiar with the police department's surveillance. Did the

department have an inside man?

Bernard looked furious, but Lyra looked smiling.

This man was somewhat similar in stature to the man she met in the aisle of Fantalure Bar last night.

And this action, he was deliberately mocking her.

If she can't find him, her name was not Lyra Lloyd!

From the surveillance room, Lyra headed straight for the door.

For Jerry's autopsy report, she was no longer interested in knowing, and took Fifteen and Seventeen

with her to leave the police department.

Twelve stood right outside to greet her.

She saw Twelve and suddenly remembered someone who was still in the hospital, "What brings you

here? How is Melvin?"

"Mr. Freeman is fine. He was treated last night. It’s just a superficial wound. It should not be a big

problem. Miss, you can rest assured, and there is Eleven guarded."

He stopped and continued, "By the way, Nineteen just called and said he went back to Seaside Villa to

wait for you and had something to report to you."

Lyra didn't say anything and walked straight over to get in the car.

Today Twelve was driving, "Miss, are we going back to Seaside Villa, or are we going to see Mr.

Freeman?"

"Go to the hospital."

She just answered, then thought about it and changed her mind, "Or go back to the villa."

Eleven was in the hospital, and she saw the palm-sized burn on his back last night. It should not be Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

serious.

Moreover, she really did not have much to talk with him. Melvin must pull her hand and pretend to be

pitiful again ...

Twelve quickly started the car and sped off in the direction of Seaside Villa.

After a few minutes down the road, Lyra struggled internally a few times and changed her mind again,

"Forget it, let's go to the hospital first."

Last night Melvin was injured to protect her. If she did not go once, she would be too impersonal.

Twelve turned the steering wheel and sped in the opposite direction.

In the hospital.

Melvin was still having his porridge.

Because he couldn't lift his hands, he didn't have much appetite and didn't want Eleven to notice, so he

ate very slowly on purpose.

Eleven also did not rush him, took the phone to sit on the companion bed.

The door of the ward suddenly opened.

Melvin subconsciously raised his eyes and saw the extremely beautiful eyes.

Lyra's delicate and bright face appeared in front of him.

He looked at her steadily as she approached, and suddenly his heart was like eating a candied fruit,

sweet to the heart.

Forget about the porridge. She was as sweet and delicious as her casual expression. He even felt as if

even his body did not hurt so much.

"You're here, Miss."

Eleven saw Lyra come in and respectfully called out to her, and hurriedly brought her a chair and put it

next to Melvin's bed.

Several bodyguards consciously turned their heads and went out, closing the door.

Lyra walked straight to the chair and sat down, observed Melvin's face and frowned slightly, "I thought

you said you were better. Why do you still look so bad?"

Melvin's pale lips hooked up gently and he said faintly, "It's much better. My face looked like this

because I am weak now. I will be fine tomorrow."

Thinking of the delicate breakfast on the bedside table that hadn't been opened, he reached for it with a

doting tone.

"Lyra, you haven't eaten yet. I've ordered an extra breakfast. All made by Doug's seven-star chef. It

tastes good. Try it?"

before touching it, a sudden fire-like pain came from the back.

The pain quickly spread to all the limbs.

He forced down the pain. There was little expression on his face but cold sweat on his forehead. His

bony knuckles trembled gently.

Lyra noticed with a sharp eye that he was not in the right state and refused, "No, I had breakfast at the

police department and I'm not hungry at this moment."

He did not force, quietly withdrew the trembling hand, and hided in the quilt.

Lyra thought about this morning and asked with a tentative smile, "I had a particularly strange

encounter this morning. I hadn't even taken a statement yet, and the police department actually

released me, saying that the National Investigation Bureau had bailed me out."

Her beautiful eyes smiled as she observed Melvin's expression.

Melvin's eyebrows furrowed gently, seemingly listening intently and a little surprised, "There is such a

thing?"

She continued, "That's right. It's ridiculous that I don't even know any person at the National

Investigation Bureau, and I don't know why they are helping me over there, and whether it's good or

bad to help me this time."

Melvin's face was calm, "Maybe it's a friend Keith knows. It's not unusual that he would help you."

Lyra didn't say anything. Her beautiful eyes were staring at him for a moment.

In the past, when it came to this kind of thing, he had long been jealous, making every effort to her to

pander, to get attention.

Suddenly he was so light-hearted this time?

Melvin saw that she did not say anything and took the initiative to ask, "Lyra, you must not have rested

well at the department last night. Why don't you go back to the villa and sleep? I have no problem here.

I guess I'll be discharged tomorrow."

And he deliberately sent her away?

It was so perverse.

Lyra always felt that he was very wrong today, but his dark eyes were indifferent and she can not find

out exactly where there was a problem.

"Lyra?"

Melvin called out to her softly.

She returned to her senses and took his words, "Okay, I'm really a bit tired, so I'll go back first. You get

some rest."

Melvin nodded. The corners of his miserable pale mouth pursed, not detaining.

Lyra got up and straightened her snow-white skirt.

Before leaving, she cautiously instructed, "If you are unwell, tell the doctor or tell me in time. Don't

endure yourself."

Melvin smiled slightly, "Okay."

Lyra didn't linger, turned around and headed for the door.

She just turned around, and Melvin could no longer hold back the sudden upward surge of blood in his

chest, and hurriedly covered his lips with his hand, vomiting a mouthful of blood in a soundless way.

Lyra was keen to hear the slightest movement.

She had just reached the door when she looked back again.

Melvin was in the hospital bed with his head down. His left hand was still resting under the covers, and

his right hand was picking up a spoon for the porridge.

He lowered his eyes. His long curly lashes flicked, and he didn't look her way.

Lyra frowned, opened the door and walked out.

Except for Eleven who stayed at the hospital, the rest of the bodyguards followed her silently.

"Don't follow me up. Go to the car and wait for me first."

"Eh, Miss?"

Twelve didn't call out to her, but saw her go in the opposite direction.

Lyra went to his attending doctor quietly.

When she reached the office door, she walked straight in and gently knocked on the desk. Her tone

was serious, "I need to see Melvin's lab report sheet."