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The bodyguard heard it.

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It was as if they could imagine the scene! But if they didn't go in and watch, and Melvin ran away, they would not know how to explain ..

The two people were a little hesitated. Melvin smiled and continued, "All the toilet windows in the Freeman Manor are sealed in order to prevent accidents. If you don't believe it, you can check.” As he said, he walked in and tried to open the window in front of the bodyguards.

Then they personally tried to open it. After confirming that it wouldn't open, they reviewed the whole toilet again, and there was only a ventilation pipe in the ceiling overhead. But the pipe was very small, and it was not like it could accommodate an adult male.

Seeing the two of them wavering, Melvin added, "I don't feel well in my stomach, so | may need fifteen minutes. So please wait a little longer.” The two men agreed.

"You only have fifteen minutes. If you don't cout by then, we don't care what you're doing in there.” Melvin nodded and the bodyguard turned their heads to go out.

He gently locked the door behind him, quickly stepped onto the sink and turned on the ventilation duct in the ceiling.

In fact, this ventilation duct was originally designed to facilitate the unexpected situation with specifically-built escape routes.

From the outside, it looked like the pipe was very small. When opened, inside was different. There was half a brick that was glued with the iron mesh of the pipe, which was not easy to notice.

Inside, there were two passages, one leading to the rooftop of the villa and the other leading to the end of the back door.

When he entered the Freeman Manor, he heard unusual bird calls from Chad. The sound cfrom above, so he chose to take the rooftop path.

Although the pipe was enough to accommodate him, it was just barely suitable. He was tall and can only move forward with knees bent. After he only proceeded half of the path, he was already tired and sweaty. The injury in his back began to hurt as well.

But with only fifteen minutes, he had to grit his teeth, hold on for dear life and pick up the pace.

Opening the rooftop vent, Chad, who was hiding in the shadows, saw him and immediately ran over to help him.

He just climbed a section of the pipe, and was covered in cold sweat. His tired hands were shaking, which made Chad feel very strange, "Boss, your state is not quite right? Even if the back injury is not completely healed, you won't be so tired as this, right?" "I was injected with a modified version of the 023 special effects drug.” "What!?" Chad's heart shuddered, "Did Miss Carroll give you the injection? She's ... too cruel.” Melvin didn't say anything. His eyes were dark and his face had a mysterious expression.

Although Lyra had not told him the nof the drug, he had used 023 before when treating prisoners of war. And the one Lyra had given him was a toned-down version with reduced effect.

Chad was emotional, "Boss, since you are out, we can leave together so you don't have to suffer. Our brothers are outside in ambush, just waiting for your order.” Melvin was adamant.

"She has secrets, maybe related to the Freeman family. | stay with her to do investigation. Now there is not much time, | will be short." Chad nodded his head.

Melvin continued, telling Chad about all his previous suspicions.

"Contact Jay. | suspect Lyra is likely to have a connection with the four big families in Suham. Garrett and Keith attach great importance to her, so first rule out the Lloyd family and Frazier family. The White family... absolutely impossible. So focus on the Callahan family. As long as there are girls who missed or disappeared six years ago or the timeline is similar with Lyra's. Report to me." "Yes." Chad thought for a moment, "So today Wesley said Miss Carroll killed old Freeman ... do you believe?" Melvin's eyes narrowed slightly and a hint of danger erupted from his dark eyes.

"Can't absolutely believe it. Wesley that old fox just wants to lureto fight with Lyra a bloodbath. Then he'll reap the benefit of it, but Lyra's identity is indeed not simple. So check them all." "But..." Chad was silent before he said, "I always feel if what Miss Carroll did is really premeditated, then the chances of her being the daughter of a large family are smaller. Is it possible that she is a spy sent by a certain family because they found out your whereabouts? Judging from her ability, there's 80% she has secret agent background. She has the extraordinary ability to hide herself." If she was really a spy, it was not easy to check the identity ...

Melvin pondered slightly, "That's why we have to prepare for two eventualities. If she's from a noble family, maybe it's all a coincidence and I'm just paranoid. I'll find a chance to test her tonight. In addition, I'll arrange for you to meet two people in jail ..." Chad listened and nodded respectfully, "Yes, boss." "Well, go ahead." "Boss..." With trunning out, Melvin turned his head to leave and Chad called out to him. His expression implied a little hesitant.

"Say it." "Didn't you have suspicions that Miss Carroll was the girl who saved your life years ago?" Melvin lowered his dark eyes, and his tone was cool, "But she denied it. Maybe she really isn't and I'm mistaken. In any case, everything will have to wait for her identity and past to be clearly investigated before we can make a conclusion.” Since he found out earlier that Fred's attitude towards Charlotte was not quite right, he asked Fred to check it out while pretending to ask Jay to do the same.

Charlotte was found to have been Pinewood Street that day, but it happened after he was rescued by the girl.

Charlotte deceived him for more than ten years, using his sense of manly responsibility to make a bunch of mishaps. Originally he was going to deal with her, but since she had been sent to jail by Lyra, he would let her fend for herself.

But if the girl who saved him in the first place was really Lyra.

Melvin thought it was complicated, and didn't know what emotions he had in his dark eyes.

Then he owed her more than three years ...

At the stime, the entrance to the toilet on the first floor.

The bodyguards Eleven and Seventeen were getting a little impatient waiting.

Seventeen pressed against the door and listened to the sounds inside, which was surprisingly quiet, "Eleven, it doesn't look like there's anyone inside. He can't really be running away, right?" Eleven looked at the time. It was exactly fifteen minutes.

He knocked on the door first, "Mr. Freeman, fifteen minutes are up. Haven't you finished yet? You're not constipated, are you?" Another three consecutive knocks.

There was still no movement inside ...

Eleven's face changed. He turned the door handle twice, and it was locked! "Oh no, Seventeen, kick the door!" Seventeen was ordered to take two steps back, then kicked hard at the lock, and the handle with the lock was sacrificed on the spot.

The two men pushed open the door and took a look.

Melvin was standing unhurriedly and tying his belt. His movements were reserved and natural.

His face was a little cold and not too happy to see two people breaking and entering.

"It's not very nice for you two to break something here on your first visit to the Freeman Manor, is it?" The two men reviewed the entire toilet and stared at him warily, "This is Miss Carroll's territory now. We'll ask her for forgiveness for breaking it, but you! You are inside. Why didn't you make a sound when | just knocked on the door?" MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 mmMwWLLIOfiflO& 1 MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 MULL TO £2 E1061 mmMwWLIiIOfiflO&1