Chapter 81 He Was Anxious
Lyra was stunned for a moment, then immediately said, “I don’t know them.” “Okay, understood.” The car sped up for a few seconds, turned right, and drove into the underground garage of a shopping mall. Lyra clenched her fingers and calculated something in her heart. “Miss Jones, please get ready to get off the car in five minutes. I will arrange other cars to send you to the wedding venue.” Keith pressed the call button on his Bluetooth headset and said to Lyra. “Wait.”
“This is my business. Can I handle it myself?” Lyra shouted to stop him. “But you promised Mr. Barnwell that you would attend the wedding.” Keith hesitated for a moment. “Don’t worry. I’ve been looking forward to this day for a long time, and of course, I’ll be there. Just drop me off there.” Lyra pointed to the corner in front of them. “Alright.” Keith followed her request and slowly stopped the car. Not long after Lyra got out of the car, the group of people behind her followed. There was a faint light in their hands.
“Everyone, get ready. Mr. Barnwell does not want anything to happen to her.” Keith adjusted his Bluetooth headset. “Yes, Keith.” Those who responded were the bodyguards in the dark. According to Hank, the Jones family had to fall into his hands only, and Lyra was no exception. Keith looked at the time on his watch and considered the best time to help Lyra. Ten minutes later, the men got into the car and left together. Lyra leaned out from behind the pillar and waved to Keith. When she got into the car, there were no scars on her face or body.
Lyra met Keith’s puzzled gaze and reminded him with a smile, “Are we going to be late for the wedding?” “Ah, yes…” Keith stepped on the gas pedal, but his gaze kept looking at Lyra through the rearview mirror.
Of course, Lyra noticed his gaze and slowly closed her eyes. “Don’t be curious. Curiosity kills.”
Keith immediately retracted his gaze and focused on driving.
Lyra took out her phone and sent a message to Wendy. “Auntie, you haven’t contacted me for the past two days. Are you busy? I will attend Hank and Alma’s wedding today.
You will go too, right? Then we will meet again.”
Sent
Now the situation had changed.
In the hotel dressing room. After putting on the thick wedding dress, Alma felt her eyelids keep twitching. She drove everyone out, took out her mobile phone, and called Wendy. Wendy just saw the message sent by Lyra and was hesitating about how to reply when Alma called.
“Alma, are you done with your makeup? What’s the matter?” she asked, adjusting her tone. “I still don’t feel at ease. Did those people succeed?” she asked. Alma scratched her nails, her lips almost bleeding from her bite.
Wendy was also very puzzled. Those people had followed Lyra for a few days, and it was impossible that they still hadn’t found a chance to make a move.
Moreover, according to the information that Lyra had just sent her, Lyra should be fine
now.
“Say something!” Alma was anxious. “Alma, don’t worry. I’ve already taken care of everything. You just have to be a beautiful bride today.” Wendy said in a low voice as she glanced at Lachlan, who was greeting the guests.
She comforted Alma for a while before hanging up and rushing to the back door of the hotel.
When Lachlan finished entertaining the guests, Wendy was nowhere to be seen. He was a little displeased.
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