The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 22

Lyra gritted her teeth. She didn't intend to reduce speed, but to speed up and dash forward, like she was determined to die with them together.

The two black cars in front of her saw her rushing straight ahead and were startled.

In the last two seconds before the impending collision, the two black cars moved backwards simultaneously by half a meter.

The gap between the two cars was just wide enough for the Santana to squeeze through.

No sooner had she breathed a sigh of relief than the two black cars quickly chased after her again.

Lyra tried to circle with them, but the Santana was simply no match for the two black cars in terms of speed, not to mention escaping from them.

She bit her lip, but her mind was extraordinarily calm.

Through the rearview mirror, she could see vaguely the number of people in the black cars.

Together with the driver, each black car and five people.

A total of ten people, all seemed to be sturdy men.

If she was gonna fight it in a hard way, she would certainly die. But if she used her wit to quickly settle the fight, she may have a 60% or 70% rate of winning.

This was inevitable, anyway, but she was not in a good mood today, so let's have a good fight!

Bring it on!

Having analyzed the situation, her gaze became steadfast. She chose to drive the car to the outskirts of an abandoned building and parked it there.

Two black cars came to a halt. The ten stout men got off in unison.

They were armed with rods and other weapons, all with fierce-looking faces.

Lyra leaned against the door of the car, arms crossed in a relaxed manner.

The crowd of gangsters were stunned when they saw her hot body under the white pencil skirt.

This deal today was indeed a one-way bet!

Lyra didn't panic at all, her eyes scanning across hem one by one, her red lips open, "Tell me first. Who sent you?"

The leader of the gang looked at her with lustful eyes, "Beauty, don't blame us. You've offended someone you shouldn't have."

Seeing that they would not reveal the name of their employer, Lyra did not bother to talk any more.

Taking off her high heels and holding them in her hand in front of them, she smiled, but her gaze was icy cold. "Well then, come on!"

At her words, the ten gangsters raised their rods and rushed over.

"Honk!"

Not far away, suddenly sounded a sharp car horn.

A silver-grey Lamborghini Hurricane appeared in sight with an extremely slick drifting.

Sitting on the driver's seat now was a different person.

Fred was kicked out of the car by Melvin for his poor driving skills and had his salary deducted for a month.

Melvin got off the car with a handsome poker face.

With two straight long legs, he seemed to be walking with a swoosh of wind. Though he came alone, it seemed like he had got a troop behind him.

The gang were all frozen.

His cold eyes were burning with murderous intent. He walked past Lyra directly and kicked a man in the face.

Seeing this, the other gangsters instantly lifted their rods and fight with him.

Lyra saw that he was coming to the rescue, so she put her heels back on, and leaned against the car door to watch the combat.

Since someone was willing to make a move, she was happy to be the onlooker.

Melvin's strikes were ruthless and fast. Within a few minutes, seven or eight were down, leaving the gang leader, highly alerted for Melvin's attachk.

Melvin squeezed the bones of his hands, crackled, and his eyes were like the supermassive blackholes.

The gang leader was frightened by his stare; his legs trembled, and he suddenly knelt down.

"Bro, please spare me. I can get lost now. I won't mess with that lady again. Please, mercy..."

Melvin opened his mouth and was about to ask a question, when Lyra walked over in her high heels, grabbing the gang leader by the collar with one hand. She asked in a hoarse voice, "Who sent you here?"

"I ... I don't know. We take any job as long as there's profit. I really don't know who it is."