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Bernard's face didn't look good. It was clearly that he was just being looked down upon.

"And who are you? | work in the police department. It's not your turn to talk. Take her away!" He waved his hand, and all the police in the room swarmed over, with the gesture of having to take Lyra away immediately.

Melvin raged.

Before he could speak, a wicked but thick man's voice suddenly cfrom outside the door.

"Mr. Bernard is so authoritative.” Bernard and all the police officers heard this voice and sweated immediately. Bernard stood up and his body was stiff.

Lyra instantly lowered her head.

So close.

This Mr. who cat a good time.

Melvin gradually recovered from the tyrannical face and sat back in silence.

As soon as he heard the voice, he knew who was coming, and his fists, under the handcuffs, were unconsciously clenched tighter.

Lyra was an appearance-obsessed person. Good looking was always the priority even when she chose bodyguards.

He remembered that this man was born very good-looking.

Would Lyra ...

He subconsciously turned his head to look at Lyra.

But he found that Lyra's attention was not on this matter at all, but looked not too happy because of something else? The door open.

The man who entered was draped in a dark green and black fur military coat, and underneath the coat was a solemn military uniform.

The whole person was sturdy and straight. With delicate features, his eyes slightly narrowed, which did not look angry but powerful.

The most stunning was his pair of blue and gemstone-like pupils, which made him look a little heretical but charming. What was more, the military uniform let him look both good and evil, simply more beautiful than women.

As soon as he entered, all the police officers, including Bernard, respectfully bowed their heads and called out to him respectfully.

"Master Callahan." Anthony Callahan, the fourth son of the Callahan family in Suham.

Everyone who saw him will call him Master Callahan. He was the director of Security Agency in Crana. That was a very high official title.

He was the son of the patriarch of the Callahan family and his third wife when they left the country. Because his mother was a foreign-born woman, he was born with blue-green pupils. He was mixed-race, so he looked pretty.

Bernard greeted him with trepidation but felt puzzled at the stime.

He had just received a mandatory order from his superiors, so how che was here? If there were speople who had more rights of speech than Anthony, he was afraid that there were only Collin and the mysterious boss in the the National Investigation Bureau in the entire Crana.

But no one had ever seen the true face of that mysterious boss, even the true identity and background were a mystery. He had heard years ago that this person once carried out stasks, and then there was no longer any news about him.

Bernard was ingratiating and bowed slightly towards him, "Master Callahan, | wondered why you are condescend to cto this small place in Frayton. We should know it in advance, so the entire police department would do spreparation. Please take a seat." Anthony didn't even bother to notice him.

The interrogation room was heated, and it was hotter inside than outside. Anthony took off his coat and handed it to his men, and then walked towards Lyra at a steady pace.

It was then that Lyra noticed him.

The wickedly handsface gradually overlapped with the memories of childhood.

Her beautiful eyes were slightly stunned. Her expression was somewhat complicated, and she softly shouted.

"Anthony?" Anthony smiled in response. His pupils were like a sea of stars.

Elizabeth and Ashley were flabbergasted.

Melvin, however, was more dumbfound! He felt suffocated on the spot.

He was worried that Lyra would not like Anthony's face, but it turned out that they had known each other for a long time.

Ans she also called him so intimately...

His thin and pale lower lip had a row of blood marks because of biting too hard.

Anthony walked towards Lyra. His eyes were gentle and he lifted his hand to touch her face, and she was not hiding unexpectedly.

Almost subconsciously, Melvin reached out his hand and grabbed Lyra's arm violently, diverting her attention to himself.

"What's wrong?" Lyra asked.

His deep black eyes remained gloomy. He frowned and his face was aggrieved.

"Lyra, I'm not feeling good...ahem, it hurts ..." Lyra then noticed the deep red blood mark around his lower lip. With his weak expression, it was as if it was not faked.

"Where?" Melvin froze and raised his arm without even thinking about it.

"Hands ..." Under the handcuffs, his wrists had already a circle of deep red blood, but also swollen, which looked shocking.

But Lyra not only did not feel sorry for him, her expression instantly went cold.

This son of bitch had forgotten that she was also wearing electronic handcuffs and can be strangled like this, which was clearly his own doing! Another bitter trick? She didn't say anything. Her red lips pursed, and she was staring deeply at Melvin.

It was Anthony who reacted first. His tone was aloof and he said to Bernard, "You're putting the handcuffs so soon. Mr. Bernard, who taught you this interrogation method?" Bernard's face was pale with fear, and he said in a very in-confident way, "Master Callahan, they're both suspects, so ..." Anthony's eyes were stern and he emphasized, "l said, untie." "Yes, yes, yes." Bernard could only force himself to ask the other officers to get the keys.

A minute later, the handcuffs were unlocked.

Melvin naturally took Lyra's hand and gently rubbed her wrist.

The red marks on Lyra's wrists were already very faint and were soon invisible.

In view of Melvin's just bitter behavior, she withdraw her hand and looked ahead. And she did not bother to look at Anthony. No one would know what she was thinking.

Anthony took Bernard's interrogation seat and read the case file.

After a while, he sneered.

"With the evidence you've collected so far, it's not enough to accuse the two of doing it. You want to put them in the confinement room. Do you still want your job as a captain?" On one side was the command of his superior and the temptation of promotion, and on the other side was Anthony's fatal downgrading blow.

Bernard was so bitter that he decided to betray his superior, "Master Callahan, it's not me. | originally wanted to let them go, but Mrs. Scott and my superior didn't agree. My rank is low. | can only obey the order, but now you are here, of course, you have the say here." Elizabeth could see that this Anthony was here to help Lyra today.

With him in, it was estimated that they can't be sent into the confinement room, let alone direct sentence and jail.

She was reluctant and complained in a deep voice, "| have heard of Master Callahan, but this case doesn't seem to fall under the jurisdiction of the Security Agency. If you are here just to observe, that's fine. So it's not appropriate for you to interfere with Mr.

Bernard's decision, right?" Anthony did not say anything, but Bernard scolded her, "You know nothing! In front of Master Callahan, Frayton police department is nothing. As long as he wants to administer, everyone has to listen to him, and is always subject to orders." Elizabeth's face didn't look good.

Ashley, who was wrapped up as a "mummy", was also quite reluctant.

Lyra propped up her chin with hands as if she was the outsider who was watching the show.

The atmosphere in the interrogation room went silent for a while, a bit eerie.

This lasted for two minutes.

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