The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 179

Bernard rushed to call Lyra.

On the monitor, the man in ordinary uniform stood under the camera, with his back to the camera, slowly extended his right hand and gave a thumbs down gesture.

After that, he left the police department, completely disappearing from all surveillance.

This attitude was extremely arrogant and provocative!

Bernard also checked out several other surveillance, and found only the back, or face was covered tightly by a hat and sunglasses. He was completely unable to see the face. Only the tall figure was vaguely visible.

This man was not only arrogant, but also familiar with the police department's surveillance. Did the department have an inside man?

Bernard looked furious, but Lyra looked smiling.

This man was somewhat similar in stature to the man she met in the aisle of Fantalure Bar last night.

And this action, he was deliberately mocking her.

If she can't find him, her name was not Lyra Lloyd!

From the surveillance room, Lyra headed straight for the door.

For Jerry's autopsy report, she was no longer interested in knowing, and took Fifteen and Seventeen with her to leave the police department.

Twelve stood right outside to greet her.

She saw Twelve and suddenly remembered someone who was still in the hospital, "What brings you here? How is Melvin?"

"Mr. Freeman is fine. He was treated last night. It’s just a superficial wound. It should not be a big problem. Miss, you can rest assured, and there is Eleven guarded."

He stopped and continued, "By the way, Nineteen just called and said he went back to Seaside Villa to wait for you and had something to report to you."

Lyra didn't say anything and walked straight over to get in the car.

Today Twelve was driving, "Miss, are we going back to Seaside Villa, or are we going to see Mr. Freeman?"

"Go to the hospital."

She just answered, then thought about it and changed her mind, "Or go back to the villa."

Eleven was in the hospital, and she saw the palm-sized burn on his back last night. It should not be serious.

Moreover, she really did not have much to talk with him. Melvin must pull her hand and pretend to be pitiful again ...

Twelve quickly started the car and sped off in the direction of Seaside Villa.

After a few minutes down the road, Lyra struggled internally a few times and changed her mind again, "Forget it, let's go to the hospital first."

Last night Melvin was injured to protect her. If she did not go once, she would be too impersonal.

Twelve turned the steering wheel and sped in the opposite direction.

In the hospital.

Melvin was still having his porridge.

Because he couldn't lift his hands, he didn't have much appetite and didn't want Eleven to notice, so he ate very slowly on purpose.

Eleven also did not rush him, took the phone to sit on the companion bed.

The door of the ward suddenly opened.

Melvin subconsciously raised his eyes and saw the extremely beautiful eyes.

Lyra's delicate and bright face appeared in front of him.

He looked at her steadily as she approached, and suddenly his heart was like eating a candied fruit, sweet to the heart.

Forget about the porridge. She was as sweet and delicious as her casual expression. He even felt as if even his body did not hurt so much.

"You're here, Miss."

Eleven saw Lyra come in and respectfully called out to her, and hurriedly brought her a chair and put it next to Melvin's bed.

Several bodyguards consciously turned their heads and went out, closing the door.

Lyra walked straight to the chair and sat down, observed Melvin's face and frowned slightly, "I thought you said you were better. Why do you still look so bad?"