Chapter 173 Who is the old friend?


    Twelve nced at Neen who are next to him. He was a little worried and wished to speak but


    stopped on a second thought: "Miss ..."


    Lyra waved her handzily, "You can leave."


    When the two had just left, she received another call from Keith.


    "Rara, Collin has double-checked. The family''s list doesn''t have a file on a man who looks like this


    one."


    Lyra pursed her lips and was lost in thought.


    Keith continued, "It could be that your new recruit Neen is lying, or it could be this person is hiding


    deep. In any case, you can''t believe everything, and Neen is someone you should be careful with."


    "Well, don''t worry, Keith. I know what to do."


    Hanging up the phone, she took out the sketchbook in the drawer, flipped to the page with the portrait


    of the man in ck, and looked at it carefully for a while before continuing to work.


    It was close to off duty before she took Neen with her and set off for Fantalure Bar.


    Neen was driving and Lyra sat in the back.


    The atmosphere inside the car was quiet, and Neen would asionally look at her twice through


    the rear-view mirror.


    Lyra sensed his gaze.


    "What do you want to say?"


    Neen hesitated before saying, "Miss, I was sent over there to kill you before. The people around


    you always suspect me, so why do you trust me? Even bring only me to protect you tonight. You’re not


    afraid of what I will really do to you on the road?"


    Lyra smiled delicately.


    "Since you have be my person, of course I will trust you absolutely. Besides, I’m not weak. I can


    fight with your."


    Neen alsoughed.


    She spoke without hiding, which he did like.


    The two talked quite harmoniously, and Neen suddenly got the idea to make fun of her, "So what if I


    conspire with the other side and I''m not the only one to kill you?"


    Lyra lowered her eyes and looked carelessly out the window.


    "Would you?"


    Before Neen had a chance to answer, they arrived at Fantalure Bar.


    Lyra instructed him to hide in the shadows if he had nothing to do, and toe out when something


    happened.


    After giving the order, she went into the bar by herself.


    Because she was wearing a ssical ck velvet skirt with gauze tonight, once she entered the bar,


    she looked a bit out of style with the men and women in the bar.


    But Lyra didn''t care about that, and headed over to Anthony''s private room without a second nce.


    In the aisle, a very tall man with sunsses brushed past her.


    She stopped walking and her expression suddenly became serious.


    Because just now, she seemed to nce at the location of the temple under the man''s sunsses,


    there was a ck mole.The appearance was somewhat familiar.


    "Sir."


    She turned back and her beautiful eyes were brilliant as she looked at the man.


    The man paused and slowly turned back.


    Under the sunsses, he had a high nose. He seemed to have good features, and was tall andnky,


    feeling like he had a height of about 6.3 feet.


    Seeing that Lyra was staring at him and smiling, the man was a little puzzled. His voice was steady.


    "Is thisdy calling me?"


    Lyra elegantly pulled her lips up and took two steps closer in his direction, "Yes sir, may I ask how to


    get to VIP 69 room?"


    The man did not change his expression, "I am not familiar with this ce. Miss you can ask waiters."


    "From your ent, you don''t sound like you''re from Frayton. Are you visiting from out of town?" Lyra''s


    voice was soft, and her beautiful eyes were gentle as she osted the man.


    The man''s eyes under the sunsses saw her eyes. His face was cold and icy, "Miss, if you are asking


    for directions, find a staff. If it''s a casual conversation, I have things to do, so I''ll leave first."


    Lyra smiled and nodded, watching the man''s figure disappearpletely down the aisle.


    It wasn''t until she turned around that her eyes grew cold.


    She opened the door of the private room. It was quiet inside, only Anthony sitting alone on the sofa


    tasting wine.


    "Master Cahan, you didn''t deliberately lie to me about an old friend? In order to get me out?"


    Anthony took the initiative to help her pour a ss of red wine, with a bitter smile in his eyes, "Do you


    think I would be this kind of person? Old friend is real. Just haven''t arrived yet. We can drink and talk


    for a while."


    He pushed a full ss of wine onto the table in front of her.


    Lyra walked right in and sat down, but didn''t take the ss of wine.


    Anthony saw that she didn''t want to drink andughed, "Just a toast to see me off. You won''t even


    respect me?"


    He finished. Full of mncholy, he drank the ss of wine . The pair of blue eyes lost their former


    elegance, and as if it was reluctant, he again filled himself with a ss of red wine and raised to Lyra.


    Lyra picked up the ss, shook the dark red wine elegantly and passed it to her nose for a light sniff.


    She asked tentatively, "I have known you for so many years. You should not be the kind of man who


    would do underhanded tricks. Don''t you think so?"


    Anthony''s expression grew serious, "Are you suspecting that I drugged the wine?"


    Lyra did not speak, nor did she deny it. Her beautiful eyes remained lightly smiling.


    Anthony abruptly stood up from the couch, walked over to her, picked up her ss of wine and drank it.


    Lyra gently fluttered her eyshes and the expression on her face was unchanged.


    As if irritated by her distrustful eyes, Anthony picked up the remaining half bottle of red wine on the


    table, and poured it directly into his mouth.


    Because of the rush, a lot of liquor drowned out from the lips, sliding down his neck, leaving pieces of


    wine stains on the white shirt.


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    After the whole bottle was empty, he mmed the bottle against the opposite wall.


    There was a loud snap and a splitting of the pieces.


    "Can you trust me now?"


    His long, slender legs staggered slightly two steps forwards, and his eyes stared at Lyra with hurt.


    Like feeling hot inside the heart, he roughly ripped two buttons in front of his chest. His delicate


    corbone was vaguely exposed. With his face, he looked very lustful.


    Unfortunately, Lyra had no time to admire his beautiful face.


    She smiled with arched eyebrows and said in a soft voice.


    "It was just a joke with you. But I ended up upsetting you, so it''s my fault. Since it''s a farewell, of course


    I have to drink."


    She got up, reopened another bottle of red wine, took a new ss, elegantly toasted Anthony, drank


    the whole ss without hesitation. She showed him her empty ss after she finished it.


    Anthony noticed that her gaze was not focused on his movements, and felt depressed. Was it because


    with Melvin, that little pet, she was no longer interested in looking at the bodies of other men?


    Thinking of this, he sat back down on the sofa in dismay, as if unwillingly, he asked the final question.


    "Lyra, are we really ... impossible?"


    "Yes."


    On this issue, Lyra did not hesitate and her tone was indifferent.


    Anthony''s head got even lower.


    Lyra could not see his expression, but could clearly feel a strong sense of frustration and


    disappointment all over him.


    There was always sadness and disappointment, but it was impossible for her to say any words of


    Just when the atmosphere in the private room was weird, the door of the room was gently opened.


    A slender figure walked in with high heels.


    Lyra subconsciously averted her gaze.


    After seeing the appearance of the visitor, she was slightly startled.