The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 180

The doctor froze and didn't move.

After Lyra identified herself, the doctor immediately checked Melvin's medical records on the computer.

"This patient is basically fine except that he has a pretty weak condition."

The lab sheet was reprinted.

The doctor handed it to her.

She gently took it, scanned it carefully, and asked again, "And how about the injury on his back?"

"It is the ordinary concentrated sulfuric acid that caused the burns. If he uses the medicine for a period of time, he will be fine. Pay attention not to get wet, but ... after recovering, it will certainly leave a scar. It will not look good."

Lyra went over the labs again and they showed that Melvin's health was indeed fine.

But can it really be that simple?

Then why was Melvin so abnormal today?

She always felt something was wrong, something strange, but she couldn't say it.

"Really? Don't hide it from me." She stared at the doctor cautiously and emphasized.

The doctor's face was flat. It was not like he was lying, "Yes Miss Carroll, that's what Mr. Freeman's test showed."

So maybe, she was overthinking it?

Lyra withdrew her thoughts and her expression was solemn, "About my coming here, if Mr. Freeman in the ward asks, keep it a secret."

The doctor understood and nodded his head in agreement.

As soon as she left, the doctor's computer screen had another complete lab sheet.

Looking at several abnormal physical indicators on the lab report, he let out a silent sigh.

It was really ...

He gave too much!

After exiting the doctor's office, Lyra didn't linger and went straight back to Seaside Villa.

Nineteen saw her get out of the car and hurriedly came out from the shadows.

"Miss, I heard that you were in the department last night. They didn't give you a hard time, right?"

Just as he finished, Fifteen, who was the first to get out of the car, walked up and gave him a punch.

Nineteen grunted, puzzed, stumbled backward two steps, and immediately there was was bruise the corner of his mouth.

Seventeen still felt insufficient and raised his fist, "Miss saved you and you still betray her. I’ll beat you to death once and for all!"

"Wait!"

Nineteen reached out to block, looked at Lyra who had just gotten out of the car with an icy face and explained, "Miss I didn't betray you. Please listen to my explanation. If I really wanted to harm you, why did I come back and reach out to Twelve!"

Lyra glanced at him coldly, "Come in and talk."

Nineteen followed her with discipline and entered the villa living room.

When Lyra sat down on the couch, he stood quietly next to her and reported to her.

"Last night I chased him out because I seemed to see the man in black again at the bar, the one in the portrait I gave you. I saw that he was leaving. I forgot to report it in advance because I was in a hurry."

Lyra elegantly and haughtily poured tea, with little expression on her face and a light tone, "So you caught up?"

"No ..."

Nineteen was a little frustrated, "I chased all the way out Fantalure Bar. He ran too fast. I did not catch up. But Miss, these two days I always feel that the incident is related to Master Callahan. After all, he invited you to the bar. This should be his responsibility."

Lyra didn't say anything, nor did she retort, taking a sip of tea and thinking about it for a while before saying, "Got it."

She glanced at Nineteen and noticed the injury on his face, "Seventeen has always been impatient. Don't bother with him. The injury on you face doesn't affect you, right?"

Nineteen rubbed his face, "It's okay. It doesn't bother me."

"Well, then, from now on, as before, all follow my side."

"Yes, Miss."

Lyra nodded gently and Nineteen had the sense to head out when she called again, "Get in touch with Anthony for me, and if he hasn't left Frayton yet, tell him I'm meeting him for dinner tonight."

When she said this, she was playing with the cup of tea in her hand. Her face was indifferent and deep.

...

Evening, Garden Hotel.

It was originally Lyra who wanted to invite Anthony.

But Anthony was so happy to learn about it that he personally chartered the Sky Restaurant’s entire floor in the Garden Hotel.

Lyra changed into a decent dark red evening dress. Her makeup was more demonic than the usual. Her red lips slightly hooked.

Once Anthony saw her, his blue eyes never moved from her.

He bowed his head slightly toward her and gracefully waved his hand, "Lyra, you are beautiful tonight, the prettiest little princess in all of Crana."

Lyra's smile was sexually and sensually provocative.

After the two were seated, Anthony took the lead and asked, "Lyra, why did you suddenly remember to ask me out to dinner tonight. Did you ... figure it out?"

"Anthony, last night I slept badly. I learned that you are leaving Frayton, I don’t know how long you’ll leave. I don’t know why ... my heart always feel empty." Lyra’s eyebrows slightly frowned. Her slender hands gently covered the chest.

Her voice was soft.

The voice was petulant as she said "Anthony". With her gesture, she let Anthony can not restrain the emotion.

"Silly girl, you really do have feelings for me, but don't worry, Security Agency's things has almost been taken care of. I should be able to stay in Frayton for a while."

Lyra was happy to learn that he was not leaving for the time being, "That's good. It just so happens that Rebecca is here in Frayton too, so we can have a good time for a few days before you leave."

Anthony also laughed: "Yes, but she’ll drive you crazy on her own. I'd rather be alone with you all the time like now."

Lyra squinted and smiled, not saying a word.

Anthony looked at her and suddenly remembered something. Then he lowered his eyes.

"Lyra, I heard you went to see Melvin in the hospital today. How is he doing?"

"You mention him." Lyra’s smile gradually frozen, and said in a disgusted tone, "he saved me last night and pretended to be pitiful. I am tired of seeing this and quite annoyed by him."

Anthony was delighted, "Since you're tired of him, why don't you just abandon him. He is a small pet only. Is it bad to have me with you in the future?"

Lyra smiled and arched her eyebrows.

"Of course it's good, but after all, he was injured for me. I can't just abandon people after using them. They’ll say I'm heartless and immoral."

Anthony's expression froze, "So you're planning to?"

"When he is discharged from the hospital, he will be kept in the villa for the time being. I will not let him go out during this period, so as not to go out and cause trouble. When the time comes, he will be given freedom."

Anthony was silent. His blue eyes slightly narrowed, but he did not retort.

Lyra changed the subject again, "Anthony, I had a particularly scary encounter today."

"What is it?"

"I went to arraign Jerry who threw acid last night, but he died just before I went in for ten minutes. And the man behind it openly provoked me in front of the surveillance. I always feel that he will still come to kill me. I’m so afraid."

Anthony's expression grew solemn, "There is such a thing!"

"Yes, it is."

Lyra tilted her head and looked at him suspiciously.

"Anthony, as a military man, Frayton’ police will listen to you. And they didn’t tell you about it?"