The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 191

Lyra's expression gradually froze, staring at him in disbelief.

The tone was a bit gloomy.

"You don't even believe me?"

Anthony snorted, "Silly girl, I'm kidding with you. Of course I trust you, but did you or Melvin prepare this wine? I can't trust him."

Lyra showed him the red wine glass that was already empty in her hand.

"I drank it all, and if the wine was tampered with, it should have been me who fall first."

Anthony did not speak, shook the glass of red wine in his hand and still did not drinking.

Lyra was a little upset. She muttered and looked at the whole bottle of red wine next to her, "Do you want me to finish the whole bottle of red wine like you did last time? So you can believe me?"

Anthony was silent.

Lyra felt wronged and acted rashly to reach for the entire bottle of wine on the table.

Anthony stopped her, "I believe you. Even if this bottle of wine is poison, I will drink it, because you are beautiful poison to me, and I have long been intoxicated."

He smiled dotingly and tilted his head to drink that glass of wine finally.

...

In the garden, Anthony's two men were standing in the doorway, like two statues.

Eleven took the initiative to talk to them.

"Bros, it's so late. You two haven't eaten yet, right? We made some barbecue in the backyard. Do you want to come over and try it together?"

The two men’s faces were cold and icy as they balked.

"No need."

Eleven was very patient, "Don’t fear. The lady has always been very affable. With her, Master Callahan will not be angry. It’s dinner time. With the relationship between Master Callahan and the lady, we will be a family sooner or later in the future. This is an early familiarization."

This time, the two hesitated for two seconds, "No need."

Eleven was worried that he didn't know how to continue to persuade them for fear of being perceived as too attentive.

He saw Twelve running over with two skewers of grilled pork and handed them to him.

"Eleven, tonight the kebab is particularly fragrant. You can try it first. The lady just said, tonight she and Master Callahan will get drunk. She let us have a nice dinner as well. We open two bottles of beer for you over there. Come on."

"Okay."

Eleven took the skewer and ate one in front of the two, and ate it with gusto.

Not many people can resist the charm of grilled pork. It was just too fragrant!

The aroma wafted down the wind to the noses of the two men, who stared at the meat in his hand, swallowed and faltered a little.

Eleven continued enthusiastically, "Bros, let's go. Tonight Master Callahan is expected to leave very late. I don’t know how long you two stand here hungry. All kinds of wine are available. Take a sip. Master Callahan will not be difficult for you."

The two looked at each other and eventually failed to resist the temptation of the barbecue and were led to the backyard by the skewers in Eleven's hands.

...

The meal lasted until after 10:00 pm.

Anthony and Lyra were chatting happily. His handsome face was red because of being drunk. And the previous deep blue eyes become a little lost.

"Lyra, I'm really happy that you've come around. There's no other man in this world who's good enough for you except me. We're a right match."

Lyra just smiled and didn't say anything.

Anthony looked at her affectionately, "When your mother died, I was not mature enough to protect you and comfort you when you were most helpless, but went to Security Agency to chase fame and fortune. I blamed myself for this matter for many years. Can you really forgive me?"

The smile on Lyra's face faded a little at the mention of the old story.

"Anthony you're so drunk, and you're starting to talk nonsense. It's late tonight. You should go back."

Anthony tried to continue to explain when Lyra called for Nineteen to help him get into the car.

Because both of his men had some wine in the backyard and couldn't drive, Nineteen, who had just eaten only barbecue because of his injuries, was the only one of the bodyguards who hadn't been drinking.

So he drove Anthony and his men back.

When the military service vehicle completely disappeared from Seaside Villa, Eleven quietly entered the villa.

Lyra was still sitting in the dining room. Her eyes were staring forward, which looked very cold. No one was knowing what she was thinking about.

The remaining three stumbled because of too much inertia.

But Anthony was the most sober of all, and he looked sinisterly in the direction of Nineteen's escape and pulled the trigger decisively.

There was a loud bang.

It sounded especially loud in the quiet suburbs.

Nineteen, who was running in front of the car, clutched his head, and feel the whole body, to find that the gun did not hit him so he ran faster.

The shot was to the roof of the car.

Anthony was thwarted by the man who suddenly sprang out of the trunk before he veered off.

The trunk and the back seat of this military service vehicle were attached, and because it was so late in the night, both his men were slightly drunk and ended up forgetting to check.

He didn't realize that the trunk was hiding someone.

Anthony quickly realized that something was really wrong with this meal tonight and immediately had to counterattack the man reaching from the trunk.

When he just shot, the gun in his hand was quickly disarmed by the other side.

Inside the car was too dark for Anthony to see who was in the trunk, and the two men immediately got out to go get him.

Five or six men suddenly sprang from the woods.

The two sides fought on the spot.

Within two minutes of fighting, Anthony and his two men were feeling physically exhausted.

Because Lyra drugged him with colorless and odorless anesthetic beforehand, the amount will not cause him to faint, but slightly weak.

The two men were directly knocked down.

Anthony was also struck from behind with a hand slash to the back of his neck and propped up on his knees.

He tilted his head and saw the trunk of the car open and a man coming out of it with a familiar figure, but with a ghostly face and a beautifully unique pattern.

"You, you are from the National Investigation Bureau ..."

The words were not finished. Chad knocked him out again with his hand and finally Anthony was passed out.