After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 152 Even if I'll die, I have to choose myself

With a command, more than forty men rushed up on both sides.

Lyra's face was solemn. She grabbed Eleven and Twelve's hands and whispered, "I have informed Keith. You are not allowed to fight with your lives. I want you both to live!"

Just now, she took advantage of the time when talking to the killers, and quietly sent a message. Within ten minutes at most, Keith's people will definitely arrive.

Eleven and Twelve heard this and were determined to fight for their lives to protect her and rush up to the killers.

Because of wearing a hip skirt, it was not convenient for Lyra to even lift her legs.

Immediately, she tore off a small strip of fabric to stop the bleeding in her right shoulder with the fastest speed.

While doing this, a killer rushed up to cut her down.

She quickly dodged sideways and raised her twelve-centimeter high-heel to kick the killer's leg. Instantly, the man's face went pale with pain. Before he could react, Lyra slashed him with her hands viciously. Forty against three, the scene was very confusing.

Inside the wooden cabin.

It was also experiencing a bloodbath.

Chad and Ted were strong, but the guys Ashley brought in weren't weak either. The mayhem lasted five minutes.

Melvin thought of Ashley's words just now and his heart suddenly had an uncontrollable twinge.

He couldn't wait any longer. One more minute here and Lyra's side would be more dangerous.

"Chad come with me to replace Lyra. The rest of you cover. Withdraw!"

...

On Crane Bay Bridge, blood was everywhere.

Eleven and Twelve grabbed the opposite's machetes.

But there were really too many people. They came round after round and continued. Within just a few minutes, their strength was consumed. The backs and legs were hit by the knives and they were still gritting their teeth to hold on.

Lyra was already wounded and her strength was soon exhausted. With a slight distraction, she received another slash on her arm.

The original fair and slim arm was stained with a long bloodstain, and the pain was so great that the whole arm trembled uncontrollably. She covered the wound that was seeping blood, bit her lower lip, held back the pain and quickly observed the situation.

Eleven and Twelve were covered in blood but were still fighting hard.

If this continued, all three of them will die here before Keith got here!

She looked at the blood flying in the air and her heart was tumbling with rage.

For the pain she suffered tonight, she would return it a thousand times over in the future!

She stepped onto a stone pillars by Crane Bay Bridge, and the wind was blowing her hair.

But her face was stained with blood. When smiling, she was still stunningly beautiful.

Her cold eyes looked down upon. Even though being injured, her whole body was noble and cold as if it was carved into the bones.

"They want to kill me. I can't escape. But even if I have to die, I have to choose my own way of dying!"

After yelling, she leapt from the ten-meter high Crane Bay Bridge.

"Miss! Don't!"

The last thing she heard before falling into the water was Eleven's desperate crying.

The night was dark. Nothing could be seen in the water, and the dim yellow of the street lamp on the bridge became the only light under her eyes. Along with the fading of the light, her head suddenly had a strong and sharp pain, and there was a steady stream of unclear images flashing past her eyes. And a childish and clear voice saying, "Please buy a bouquet of flowers. You are as beautiful as this flower!"

"Why do you have a father and I don't. Can I have your father, okay..."

"Oooh, I like you so much, but I can only choose you or daddy."

Who was it?

Who the hell was she!

Lyra's brain was incomparably painful. There was a childish, fuzzy and little face staring at her, and laughing, keep laughing, keep laughing...

She couldn't hear anything but the sound of laughter.

Nothing could be seen except the blurred face of the little girl.

She forgot to struggle, and her body kept sinking to the bottom of the river because of weightlessness.

Was she dying?...

Her consciousness was growing dizzy.

Before passing out completely, she felt a force wrapping her tightly, pumping oxygen into her mouth and pulling her back from the brink of death against all odds.

...

When Lyra woke up again in a daze, the first thing she saw was a white ceiling.

"Rara, is it better?"

In her ears was Keith's familiar voice.

Lyra turned her head and Keith's handsome face became clear in front of her eyes.

She shouted in a hoarse voice, "Keith ..."

"Don't talk yet. You just got over your fever. Don't hurt your vocal cord."

Keith massaged her head. His eyes were slightly red. Although he was depressed, he only dared to admonish her in a whisper.

"Winter is coming. The water is cold and biting. You are also injured. What are you gonna do if your wound is infected? You really wanna die?"

Lyra had a slight smile on her miserable and wan lips, gesturing for her relief, and asked, "How are Eleven and the others?"

Seeing her caring for others when she just woke up, Keith was quite irritated, but still answered her in a fine voice.

"They are both fine. Although there are many superficial wounds, none of them are severe. Recuperate for a period of time, and they will be fine."

Lyra was relieved and was about to continue asking when Keith stopped her.

"You just woke up. Where did you get so many questions? Can you rest more?"

Lyra's face was extremely pale, and she did not speak, staring at him with her eyes in silence.

Under her gaze, Keith admitted defeat, "Okay,you win. I know what you want to ask. Have the soup while I tell you in detail, okay?"

Lyra smiled and was satisfied.

He sighed and helped her adjust her pillow so she could lean on the bed and have her soup.

"As soon as I received your message, I immediately led people to rush over. When I got close, I heard your words when you stood on the bridge. I was so scared. Don't do this next time!" Lyra smiled with narrowed eyes and nodded.

Keith continued, "I checked the identity of those killers. There is no information. They're bred out of the black organization, and can not be investigated. They can spend such a large amount of money, and has been trying to disadvantage you. So it's most likely that person of Lloyd family."

He and his two brothers, including his father, had been privately investigated, but never had any clues. Collin even used the illegal power in the investigation, but did not replace traces.

Lyra took two sips of soup and said in a weak voice, "The Lloyd family wants me dead in more ways than one, so their plans are all discussed to be so well thought out."

Keith tightened his brows, "But why are they all only targeting you?"

Lyra thought about it and shook her head, "I don't know, but maybe it has something to do with the Lloyd family inheritance."

Because she was the youngest and only daughter of the family, Reginald had a lawyer draw up a will a long time ago, and all the Lloyd family's assets would be given to her in the future, which was a huge fortune that can make anyone's heart flutter.

Keith felt some senses, "If that's the case, then it's most likely with the Lloyd family sidekicks. Those old things must be involved. To catch them in the act just a matter of time."

These were just guesses. Lyra remembered that before she passed out, the face of the little girl suddenly flashed in her mind.

And those words repeated over and over again in her ears, as if they had all happened to her before?

Although she had lost her memory before, the memories were clearly all recovered later.

Why was that?

Lyra was puzzled.

"Keith, does daddy have a daughter besides me?"