The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 331

Anthony, who was drinking tea, paused after hearing what she said. His deep and blue eyes were hidden under the long eyelashes. No one can guess his emotions.

Lyra just pretended not to see his obviously upset expression and continued to ask tentatively.

"When you're in Crana, you're at least the fourth son of the Callahan family, a large and powerful family. Who are you here? What makes me believe you can get the real serum for me?"

Anthony took an unhurried sip of tea and set his cup down before saying, "I'm here. It's true that I'm nothing in this country, but I have a mother who is a Princess."

Lyra froze. Originally she thought he would hide it from her but did not expect him to be so straightforward to confess.

He continued, "You just came here. You don't understand the situation in European Swye. My mother is the only sister of the current king. She got high status but did not raise me all these years. She is guilty and promises me a request. So to get that super virus serum is too easy for me."

Lyra thought calmly, "So your mother didn't go back to Crana with your father to get married because she is the royal Princess Cayley and she couldn't leave this country?"

At the mention of his hurt, Anthony's face grew serious, "No, it was because my mother was engaged at that time."

Lyra understood, "Since that's the case, I'm sure your mother was married and had children for that man. She can promise you, but I'm afraid her current husband won't agree easily when he finds out?"

Anthony's face looked completely sullen, "I told you frankly about my identity, because sooner or later you will marry me. I want to be frank with you, but you ask questions with provoking meaning. There is no need to continue this topic."

He was angry?

Lyra raised her eyebrows darkly.

It seemed that Anthony and Princess Cayley's husband's relationship was not good. Perhaps she could find an opportunity to start from this.

"If you don't want to answer, forget it."

She readily changed the subject, "I haven't seen the real Grand Palace. What does it look like? It's not much fun to stay at the apartment. When is it convenient for you, can you take me for a walk?"

"No problem."

Anthony promised decisively, "You've had a hard day. Rest early. Tomorrow I'll arrange for you to go around the palace. By the way, I'll take you to meet my mother. She learned that we're getting married and always wants to see you."

Lyra was so disgusted to hear about the marriage that she gave an eviction order to him.

"It's getting late. I think you have things to do, so I won't keep you here for dinner."

"There is indeed something else to do. Lyra, you really know me!"

Anthony smiled teasingly and picked up his coat from the couch, "Well, have a good night then. I'll see you tomorrow. Oh yeah! While you're here, remember to call me Charles Lance ."

Lyra didn't say anything and had no intention of getting up to see him off.

Anthony didn't expect much of a positive send-off from her either and turned towards the door.

After taking two steps, he remembered something, stopped and looked back at Lyra suspiciously, "I heard from Mason, you brought a bodyguard. How come I haven't seen that bodyguard after we were talking for so long?"

"It's his first time to go abroad. He's unaccustomed to the climate here. He got vomiting and diarrhea. And he is resting."

Anthony nodded thoughtfully.

Lyra poured herself some tea, and when she glanced up coldly, she found that Anthony had not yet left.

Not only did he not leave, but he walked back and stood at her heels.

Lyra was baffled, "Want two more cups of tea?"

Anthony smiled, bent slightly and pointed to his left cheek, "Before I leave, I want you to me a little benefit, a kiss!"

Lyra's eyes were instantly cold to the extreme, and her chest burned with anger.

She decisively splashed the remaining tea in the cup in her hand, all over his face!

"Is it enough to be sober? If not enough, I have a whole pot here! I can even boil a pot of boiling water to help you wash your face!"

Anthony was not angry. However, he enjoyed it, "The tea you drank just smells so good!"

Lyra felt disgusted by his frivolous language and she clenched her palms, "Get out!"

"OK, I'll go."

Anthony took a tissue from the coffee table and wiped the tea stains off his face at a leisurely and brisk pace.

"Lyra, you're such a beauty with the shrewish temperament. I like you more!"