Chapter 174 Something''s not right with the bar tonight


    Shuttling around from memory, she asked uncertainly, "Are you ...Reba?"


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    Reba Cahan, who was happy to see that she remembered her, came forward and took her arm.


    "Lyra, you are so beautiful. I haven''t seen you for so many years. Did you miss me?Anthony said you


    are in Frayton and I couldn''t wait toe and visit you."


    Reba and Anthony were half-brother and sister. She was the seventh in the of Cahan family, and


    she was the same as the youngest daughter, three years younger than her, and used to love to cling to


    her from childhood. She had a naive character but also an arrogant little princess.


    She smiled and tickled the tip of Reba''s nose, "You have grown up and is still acting like a clinger?"


    Reba softly grabbed her arm wobbling, "Lyra, youugh at me. It’s because I like you. I still do not


    let others touch me. This time it is rare for me to leave home. Lyra, you have to apany me."


    To apany her?


    This was not to find herself a little troublesome person?


    Anthony also said, "Lyra, I only received the urgent mission from Security Agency this morning. You


    came quietlyst night. I will leave Frayton early tomorrow morning. You have to take care of her for a


    while."


    Lyra frowned slightly.


    Lyra was just about to say no, when Reba pouted, "Lyra, I haven''t seen your home in Frayton yet.


    Just take me in for half a month. I promise I won''t cause you any trouble."


    Half a month was impossible. Reba would drive her crazy, "Three days at most."


    "Three days is the deal!" Rebapressed her lips. She will rent a small ce to live on her own


    over here by then.


    The sound of a raucous dance floor was faintly heard from outside the bar.


    Since they had negotiated about the temporary ce to stay, Reba warmly invited her, "Lyra, why


    don''t you go outside with me to the dance floor? I''m usually at home. My parents are very strict, and it''s


    my first time at a bar."


    Go outside?


    Lyra remembered the man in the suit she had just met in the aisle and was vaguely suspicious.


    She subconsciously nced at Anthony next to her.


    Anthony was pouring himself a ss of wine. The side of his face was exquisite. The contours were


    clear. The pair of blue eyes were deep. And there was no extra expression on his face.


    And Reba was insisting with a simple and cute expression.


    If she had something to hide, her eyes can''t fake it.


    Seeing that Lyra dyed to answer, Reba stressed again, "OK! Lyra, you’re the best. Just


    apany me down to y for a while."


    Lyra gently grabbed her cheeks.


    "Okay."


    ...


    Seaside Vi.


    Melvin was preparing dinner in the kitchen.


    Chad just sat in the living room, painstakingly investigating Neen''s profile on hisptop.


    Brad, Eleven and other bodyguards were still ying cards in the backyard.


    "Boss, pleasee and take a look."


    Chad''s tone was serious as Melvin came out of the kitchen and he turned theptop around and


    showed Melvin the screen.


    "Boss, look, I took the screenshot from the surveince today in the Freeman group. I remember the


    day of Crane Bay Bridge ident. Neen was taken by Master Keith. He was sent to kill Miss


    Carroll. "


    He paused and continued, "And I can''t search his information all over the. He is estimated to be a


    killer in the ck market."


    Melvin looked closely at the face. His expression was grim.


    Lyra could not possibly know this person''s previous identity. Knowingly, she was still willing to keep


    such a dangerous person around. What the hell was she up to?


    As he was thinking about it, Twelve came back. Melvin heard a movement in the backyard and he went


    over to the living room window.


    Melvin keenly saw him and opened the door in a hurry to find that Twelve was the only one back at


    Seaside Vi.


    He had a vague feeling of bad premonition in his heart and asked Twelve in a deep voice, "Where is


    Lyra?"


    "It seems that thedy had a party at Fantalure Bar in the evening. She said she didn''t need too many


    people, so she let me back." Mentioning this, Twelve lowered her head.


    Melvin frowned. If Twelve was back, then she did only bring Neen?


    Realizing what was going on, he turned cold and stern with a deep hostility. Then he went directly to


    the backyard and asked the few people who were gathering to y cards to go with him.


    In the Fantalure Bar.


    The dance floor was dazzling and psychedelic with colorful lights.


    Lyra leaned gracefully against the pir, gazing at Reba who was following the music on the dance


    floor and dancing as much as the others.


    She didn''t care for such noisy asions.


    So she just watched from the sidelines, pping and encouraging every now and then, signaling that


    Reba was dancing well.


    asionally she observed the various people around the dance floor.


    And Anthony was leaning on the railing of the second floor’s room door.


    Because of the rtive distance and all the colored spotlights around the dance floor, Lyra could not


    see his face. He seemed to be watching the situation over here as well.


    She stopped watching him as Neen suddenly appeared silently at her side.


    With a grim expression, he leaned close to her and whispered, "The atmosphere in this ce is not


    right. We have to be careful."


    Lyra softly replied with "hmm"and kept calm, "just before I entered the private room, did you see the


    man simr to your portrait?"


    "I did." Neen nodded honestly.


    "Is that him?"


    Neen thought about it and shook his head cautiously, "Although I can''t bepletely sure, the


    atmosphere in the bar tonight is subtle. You have only me. We have to be extra careful."


    Just as he finished speaking, a handsome man with a slightly flushed face approached Lyra.


    Lyra nced at him and saw that he was good looking, like a well-mannered rich guy, so she asked


    one question, "Something wrong?"


    The man was a little shy, as if he had gathered a great deal of courage, and pointed to a group of men


    and women in the cubicle opposite, with a supplicating gaze.


    "Thisdy ... I lost the game. They want me to hit on you. I will only pass if you ept my toast. Can


    you help me?"


    Lyra and he stared at each other, but did not talk. Her beautiful eyes were smiling.


    The man did not get her affirmative answer, and not discouraged. He took the initiative to take the


    empty ss in the hands of a waiter, and poured her a small ss of red wine.


    "Miss, is it okay?"


    Lyra didn''t move and didn''t pick up.


    Next to her, Neen quietly reminded, "Miss, don''t drink the wine handed to you by strangers at the


    bar."


    The man lowered his head sheepishly and continued, "Just now I saw you from the crowd at a nce.


    Miss, your beauty is different from all the girls here. Surely you won''t refuse to help me get through,


    right?"


    Neen was still talking in a whisper at her side, "No, don''t answer that, Miss."


    With two men’s words, Lyra raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Yes."


    The man was surprised to see her agree and handed her the wine in his hand.


    Lyra was about to pick it up.


    Her hand just touched it. A sudden pair of long and slender palm stopped her.


    Lyra turned her head and saw a cold face staring at the man who handed her the wine, with rage under


    his eyes.


    "She won''t even drink my wine. You don’t deserve it."