The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 175

What was Melvin doing here?

And the toast he referred to happened a long time ago, right?

He remembered it well.

She glanced at him.

He was not the only one who came here,. Chad, Eleven, Twelve, Fifteen, Seventeen were all there.

She subconsciously looked up at the second floor railing. Anthony was still leaning in place. Because of the lighting problems, she can not see his expression, but can detect that he was looking at this side.

The man who made the toast was fierce by Melvin and looked at Lyra innocently, "This lady, I didn't mean anything else. It's just a glass of wine. I don't know why this gentleman is insulting me."

"That's right. It's just a glass of wine."

Lyra smiled. Her slender fingers reached the wine that had been transferred to Melvin's hands.

Melvin refused to give it to her. His dark eyes were gloomy, and his face was written with displeasure.

Her beautiful eyes were gentle and her tone was gently coaxing, "Be a good boy. Let go and I'll accept your toast next time."

With what she said, Melvin was instantly coaxed.

Lyra smoothly took the glass of red wine, elegantly sniffed, and her red lips gently pressed to the rim of the glass, as a gesture to drink.

The man who made the toast saw her movements and there was a vague flicker of excitement in his eyes.

Lyra's lips, however, stopped just as they were about to touch the liquor.

She looked playfully at the man, "Are you expecting me to drink it?"

The man froze and nodded expectantly.

The next second, Lyra smiling eyes suddenly cooled down. She directly splashed the wine into his face, "What you have in this wine, you know in your heart. The taste should be good. You can try it."

Originally she was not aware of it, but just now this man said he came from the cubicle. Melvin and the group of people appeared to obstruct them and the people over there did not react a little. And this man was eagerly attentive.

The man was splashed with red wine and the stains were all over his face and body. He was a little annoyed, "You can choose not to drink but you wronged me! Spoil the fun!"

He wiped his face, lowered his head, and reached for the tissue in his suit pocket.

Melvin watched him closely and noticed that his face was chilly when he lowered his head. That was not a good sign.

The man took advantage of the fact that Lyra had withdrawn her attention and suddenly pulled out a small glass jar from his pocket and insidiously threw it at Lyra's face.

"Watch out!"

Melvin reacted almost instinctively, circling her into his arms, and a whole bottle of liquid was splashed all over the back of his suit, which soon smoldered.

"En ..."

The burning pain came. Melvin's eyebrows tightened in pain. His face was pale but his arms still circled Lyra tightly, firmly protecting her in his arms.

"Miss, it's sulfuric acid!"

Eleven shouted in horror.

These words were like a bomb that blew up the crowd that was still dancing on the dance floor. They were screaming and fleeing in all directions.

The scene was chaotic for a while.

The man who just threw acid also took advantage of the chaos and ran away.

Lyra was furious: "Fifteen, Seventeen go after him! How dare he uses dirty tricks! We must get him back!"

After yelling, she hurriedly observed Melvin's situation and quickly peeled off his suit and shirt.

Melvin had a cold last night. He got low resistance, just took two cold pills and did housework in the afternoon. His physical strength had long been depleted.

It was so painful that he couldn't stand up. He rested his chin on Lyra's shoulder, gently holding her waist. His forehead was dripping with cold sweat, letting Lyra keep pulling off his clothes and throwing them away.

Fortunately, most of the liquid was soaked in the clothes. On his back, there was only the middle piece of palm-sized area being stained with the most amount of liquid which penetrated into the skin that was burned and bloody.

But ... was too painful!

He was glad that he was the one who got hurt. If the man accidentally hurt Lyra, he would really die of heartache!

While feeling the sharp pain, he lifted his eyelids. His eyelashes fluttered and the tip of his nose gently sniffed Lyra's nice scent of hair, just to keeping a little awake.

Suddenly he noticed that Nineteen, who had also stayed behind Lyra, was gone.

He hastily winked at Chad.

Chad understood and quietly left to find Nineteen.

Rebecca in the middle of the dance floor was bumped by the scattering crowd and almost fell. She rushed back to find Lyra, just approaching to see Melvin’s bare back with bloody injuries. She was scared and her face turned wan.

"Lyra, what's going on here? How did he get hurt like this?"

Lyra didn't have time to explain, "It's too chaotic here for me to care about you. Go find Anthony first."

After saying that, she told Eleven to prepare the cat and Twelve to carry Melvin.

When Twelve came over, Melvin refused him. His dark eyes looked weak but stubborn. He clenched his teeth and said, "Lyra, I...don't ... want to go out naked."

Lyra understood, turned her head and stripped Twelve.

She took the shirt to help him wipe off the residual acid and blood on his back, and then carefully wrapped him in the suit.

Twelve wrapped his arms around his body, always feeling cool and a little embarrassed.

It wasn't until Lyra called out to him that he rushed to carry Melvin out of Fantalure Bar.

Fifteen and Seventeen chased quickly. The man was unlucky. Before he could rush out of the bar, he was caught by Fifteen and Seventeen.

Lyra was just about to get into the car when she thought of the man caught in the bar and looked at Melvin, who had passed out from pain in the back row, and hesitated for a few seconds as she pulled on the door.

In the end, she didn't choose to just get in the car, but ordered Eleven and Twelve, "Hurry to the nearest hospital to treat him."

Eleven asked, "What about you, Miss?"

"I'll come back later."

She closed the car door, and her eyes instantly went cold. There was killing intent rolled in his heart.

Back at Fantalure Bar, she first went to the front of the bar and dumped a black and gold card onto the table.

"Clean up. I want to borrow this place. I’ll pay. If there is damage, I’ll compensate!"

The receptionist was stunned by her harsh gaze, glancing down to see the black and gold card. The receptionist had only seen this kind of card on TV, did not expect to see the real one this time, and quickly called the boss to report this matter.

The boss of the bar agreed quickly.

The man was being pinned to his knees by Fifteen and Seventeen on the dance floor and was struggling and screaming at the same time.

Lyra walked over and took the empty red wine bottle next to her, knocking it violently against the edge of the table, where it shattered with a sharp clang.

The man who was screaming saw her holding the sharp half of the bottle after breaking. She was aggressive.

"What do you want! You ... ah!"

It was a harsh scream.

Half of the man's face was cut by the broken bottle. Instantly his face was bloody and shocking, and he felt his eyes were painful, which was unbearable hideousness.

Lyra's cold eyes were cruel as she placed the broken tip of the bottle against the man's neck. Her voice was extremely aloof, "Who sent you?"

Something like sulfuric acid simply cannot be carried around if it was not premeditated.

The man endured the pain and did not say a word.

Lyra's face was expressionless as she looked to his right arm, "Is that the hand you just splashed with?"

Fifteen and Seventeen understood, pressed the man to the ground. The leather shoes stamped hard on his intact half of the face, and they forced to break out his right hand and pressed to the ground.

Lyra slowly crouched down. Her cold eyes were suddenly fierce. The bottle of wine viciously stabbed into the back of the man's hand.

The heart-breaking scream broke through the sky.

The bar staff shuddered in fear and hugged each other.

Lyra's expression was numb and her tone was cold, "It's okay if you don't say. I won't kill you. I have a hundred ways to torture you until you do."

After finishing her words, she stabbed the bottle into the back of the man's hand hard and twisted it around.

"Ahh...!"

The man's body cramped with pain and he almost passed out on the spot several times.

"The next one is the left hand. If you kept silent, then next is the right foot and the left foot. You can consider about it!"

The man was forced to break out his left hand again.

Lyra's eyes were fierce, but as she was about to poke through his skin, her wrist was clutched from behind.