The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Twelve glanced at Nineteen who are next to him. He was a little worried and wished to speak but stopped on a second thought: "Miss ..."

Lyra waved her hand lazily, "You can leave."

When the two had just left, she received another call from Keith.

"Rara, Collin has double-checked. The family's list doesn't have a file on a man who looks like this one."

Lyra pursed her lips and was lost in thought.

Keith continued, "It could be that your new recruit Nineteen is lying, or it could be this person is hiding deep. In any case, you can't believe everything, and Nineteen is someone you should be careful with."

"Well, don't worry, Keith. I know what to do."

Hanging up the phone, she took out the sketchbook in the drawer, flipped to the page with the portrait of the man in black, and looked at it carefully for a while before continuing to work.

It was close to off duty before she took Nineteen with her and set off for Fantalure Bar.

Nineteen was driving and Lyra sat in the back.

The atmosphere inside the car was quiet, and Nineteen would occasionally look at her twice through the rear-view mirror.

Lyra sensed his gaze.

"What do you want to say?"

Nineteen hesitated before saying, "Miss, I was sent over there to kill you before. The people around you always suspect me, so why do you trust me? Even bring only me to protect you tonight. You’re not afraid of what I will really do to you on the road?"

Lyra smiled delicately.

"Since you have become my person, of course I will trust you absolutely. Besides, I’m not weak. I can fight with your."

Nineteen also laughed.

She spoke without hiding, which he did like.

The two talked quite harmoniously, and Nineteen suddenly got the idea to make fun of her, "So what if I conspire with the other side and I'm not the only one to kill you?"

Lyra lowered her eyes and looked carelessly out the window.

"Would you?"

a chance to answer, they

in the shadows if he had nothing to do, and to come out when

giving the order, she went

classical black velvet skirt with gauze tonight, once she entered the bar, she looked a bit

and headed over to Anthony's private room without a second

very tall man with sunglasses brushed past

her expression suddenly became

location of the temple under the man's sunglasses,

"Sir."

and her beautiful eyes were brilliant as she looked

man paused and

a high nose. He seemed to have good features, and was tall and lanky,

staring at him and smiling, the man was a little puzzled. His voice was

lady calling

and took two steps closer in his direction, "Yes sir,

not change his expression, "I am not

Frayton. Are you visiting from out of town?" Lyra's voice was soft, and her

eyes. His face was cold and icy, "Miss, if you are asking for directions, find

the man's figure disappear

until she turned around that her

private room. It was quiet inside, only

about an old friend? In

help her pour a glass of red wine, with a bitter smile in his eyes, "Do you think I would be this kind of person? Old

of wine

sat down, but didn't

saw that she didn't want to drink and laughed, "Just

drank the glass of wine . The pair of blue eyes lost their former elegance, and as if it was reluctant, he again filled himself

dark red wine elegantly

you for so many years. You should not be the kind of

expression grew serious, "Are you suspecting

she deny it.

from the couch, walked over to her, picked up her glass of wine and drank

the expression on her