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This meant that the money didn't belong to them and Lyra will get it all back.

She was cruel enough.

The group of police officers who had just imagined that they could be hit by Lyra's money instantly stopped thinking about it.

What a ruthless woman! They can't afford to mess with her! Originally, Elizabeth thought about the price of the fruit and wanted to ask more money from Lyra, but at the moment she completely collapsed and couldn't think about this matter any longer.

It was finished. Lyra reached out lazily to rub her shoulders.

Melvin noticed her movement and hurriedly stepped forward. His bony hands carefully massaged her shoulders and neck.

Lyra didn't refuse, enjoying his service and turning her head to look at Anthony and Bernard.

"Master Callahan, Mr. Bernard, the money is paid. Can we leave now?" This was "Master Callahan”, not Anthony.

Bernard didn't hear Anthony talk and glanced at him subconsciously.

He was found staring at Melvin who was messaging Lyra's shoulders, without saying a word.

Bernard could only answer for himself, "Yes, you and Mr. Freeman are free to go anytime.” Upon receiving the permission, Lyra left without looking back. Melvin followed her and the bodyguards moved along with her.

The gesture was like a large troop of migration.

As they just went out of the interrogation room, they heard Elizabeth yelling, "Call an ambulance! Hurry up!" Ashley passed out from the pain.

Lyra smiled in satisfaction and walked away quickly.

After getting out of the police department, Lyra dismissed the "bodyguard group”, leaving Fifteen and Chad.

As they just dispersed, Anthony who was draped in a dark green military coat cout of the department. His voice was evil and demonic, "Lyra, we have not seen each other for years. Let's have lunch?" Without waiting for Lyra's answer, Melvin tightened his eyebrows and his dark eyes were furious, "She's not available!" Lyra gave him an unpleasant look.

Melvin's expression, which was grim a second ago, turned wronged the moment he noticed that she was looking over.

His long and curly eyelashes fluttered lightly.

His pale face made him look like a poor little man who wanted to be loved.

He gently bit his thin lips, quietly pulled up the cuffs of his suit, revealing the red and bloody marks on his wrists for sad-fishing.

His voice was very soft.

"Lyra, | want to go back to the villa. I'll make lunch for you, okay?" Fifteen had long appreciated his Oscar-ranked face-changing skills and had seen it all, rolling her eyes.

But it was the first tfor Chad to see his own boss in this way and he was jaw-dropping.

Anthony also frowned. His eyes were sizing up Melvin.

And Lyra, who was the focus of the conversation, was sizing him up as well.

The son of bitch was playing the bitter trick again? She gritted her teeth. Her eyebrows arched and she put her hand gently up to Melvin's face.

Melvin saw her movement, and was slightly moved. He gladly lowered his head to let his face closer to her, waiting for her touching.

However, the moment she touched his cheek, the smile on Lyra's face froze and turned cold.

She grabbed his cheeks, fiercely wringing, "acting again? Why are you so shameless? Do you need my help?" "Hiss ..." Melvin gasped and tightened his features in pain, but did not hide and let her just do it.

Next to him, Fifteen looked gloating.

Chad bared his teeth and gasped as well.

Anthony tightly pursed his lips and lowered his blue eyes increasingly.

Under the eyes of onlookers, Lyra let go indignantly.

Being bullied, his hope that she was going to touch him fell short. And Melvin felt extremely heartbroken.

Because his face was pale, his left cheek that was pinched was red, which was particularly obvious and miserable.

He glared at Lyra. That was a silent accusation.

Lyra's expression was indifferent. She didn't look at him, but looked askance at Chad next to her, "Send him back to the villa." Then she walked straight to Anthony.

Anthony saw her coming towards him and smiled instantly, "Let's go. What would you like to eat? I'll have someone make a reservation now." Seeing this, Melvin suddenly felt suffocated and breathless, and even had a kind of dizzy feeling. Whether it was face, wrists or heart, all over his body was painful in short.

He braced himself and followed Lyra, "If you have to have lunch with him, it's not impossible. I'm hungry too. I'm sure Master Callahan wouldn't mindjoining." Anthony didn't answer, but his expression was clearly telling that he was reluctant.

"I mind." Lyra turned back and looked at him coldly, "Since you asked to continue the employment agreement, you have to obey the arrangement and go back to the villa." Melvin was speechless.

In the sunlight, his face was so wan that it was almost transparent.

Lyra didn't pay any attention to him and left with Anthony without looking back, with Fifteen and Anthony's men following behind the two.

When they had gone away, Melvin was still frozen in place.

His bony but cold hand gripped his heart hard. He was breathless and felt his head was heavy, stumbling back.

Chad rushed forward to help him.

"Boss, why do | feel you're striving for Lyra's favour?" Melvin felt even more suffocated.

He did but she can't even agree to have lunch with them...

She was really heartless to him.

Chad looked at his face and comforted him quickly, "Boss, relax. Miss Carroll is not that kind woman. Although Master Callahan is in good shape and has good temper, or, most of all, his face is really good-looking ... " The more he said, Melvin's face was more wan, as if he had run out of strength and started to feel dizzy.

Chad was freaked out, "No no! Boss, | mean, you're not bad. No! You're better than Anthony." "Then tell me." Chad was momentarily mute, scratching his head in wonder.

Melvin was in no hurry and waited for him to answer.

Chad thought for a long time, long enough to make Melvin's pale face gradually turn normal. Then he said hesitantly, "How about boss ... merit is not enough. You can pretend to expose one of your identities. Let Miss Carroll know that you are actually very good?" "Fuck off." Melvin gritted his teeth. If he hadn't been injected with the 023 drug, he would have reached out right now and punched the bastard in front of him! His identity was related to a major mission and cannot be exposed easily.

And Lyra had never been the kind of woman who would look at people differently just because of their status.

He squeezed his abs through his shirt in grievance.

And he remembered Anthony's wicked face whose pupils were rarely blue, but he did not ...

Chad looked at him who was a bit downhearted and continued to comfort, "Boss, don't discourage. In terms of chasing your ex- wife, no one is more shameless than you. And Anthony can not compare to you!" MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 mmMwWLLIOfiflO& 1 MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 MULL TO £2 E1061 mmMwWLIiIOfiflO&1