The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 49

It was a girl's voice.

"Shut up if you don't want to die." The scar-faced man was holding a dagger against the girl's cheek.

The other man, with one foot stepping on her chest, laughed wickedly.

The girl was so frightened that she could only nod in cooperation.

Seeing her gave up struggling, the two were even more pleased, "Babe, we haven't banged a woman for a long time. As long as you made us happy, we'll let you go afterwards."

The girl sobbed uncontrollably at his words.

The two men, lecherous grins on their faces, began to molest her.

Having just unbuttoned the collar of her shirt, one of the men felt a sudden blunt hit on the back of his head. Covering the bleeding wound with his hands, the man gave out a wail before collapsing.

The scar-faced man was startled by this sudden turn of events. He jerked his head to look and saw that it was a woman.

Lyra was holding the high heels in her hand, standing there like a queen in her all-white suits.

Once the scar-faced man saw her, his eyes lit up with surprise, "Yo, a feisty little kitty, I like it."

Fiddling with the high heels in her hand, Lyra sneered, "You like it? I'm way out of your league."

The scar-faced man was enraged. He cursed "bitch" and charged towards Lyra with his knife.

He was knocked down by Lyra in three strikes and couldn't even get up.

The girl huddled up into a ball out of fear, her whole body shaking, and her eyes filled with terror.

Her cheeks were tinted with redness, as if she was slightly drunk.

Looking at her cowering, Lyra suddenly felt an ache in her heart and an image flashed across her head so fast she couldn't even catch it.

She shook her head and the strange feeling she just had disappeared completely.

Perhaps... she was too tired today that she got hallucination?

Lyra did not think much about it and turned to look at the girl in the corner who looked about 18 years old.

"You're safe to go home."

After saying that, she was ready leave when her wrist was suddenly clutched by someone.

She turned around and met a pair of expectant eyes, "Miss, I was out drinking with my friends. I was separated from them. My phone was broken by those two thugs. Could you take me home?"

Seeing Lyra hesitate, the girl continued, "My name is Katrina. Miss, please help me..."

Lyra looked at her phone, it was already 9:30 pm.

It was late. Their current location was quite remote, thus indeed rather dangerous for a girl alone.

"Let's go. Where's your home?"

"Room 308, No. 2, Sub Voldale."

Katrina followed her, still clutching her hand, as if she had found something extremely reassuring to her.

She didn't let go until she got on the back seat of the car.

In the car, the girl looked exhausted and soon fell asleep leaning against the car seat.

Lyra looked at her through the rearview mirror from time to time, and when she saw that she was asleep, she drove the car at a slower rate.

After about 20 minutes, the girl in the back seat was still sleeping soundly, Lyra's phone was running out of battery, so she called out to her twice to ask for more details about the address. But seeing that the girl did fall asleep, she didn't bother again and drove on according to her memory.

The windows were all closed so it was very quiet in the car.

Lyra sniffed and suddenly realized that something was not right!

Katrina said she was out drinking with friends, and although her face was flushed, she didn't smell a bit of alcohol.

So, she didn't drink at all!

The training base was located in a remote place in the suburbs, with no pubs or restaurants nearby at all.

Katrina was pretending!

Just then, Lyra felt wind sweeping by her ear.

Almost instinctively, she grab the hand that was reaching out to her from behind.