The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 229

Lyra's eyes were firm, "Yes Rudolph, I don't think Mr. Malcolm and I will be a good match. He ... and I could be friends later on if there is an opportunity."

The old Mr. White was still surprised that she would suddenly make such a decision, "Lyra, did Malcolm bully you? You can tell me, and I'll help you fix him!"

"No, he wouldn't dare to bully me. It's just that I ..."

Fifteen minutes later.

Lyra came out of the old Mr. White's villa with a sullen look on her face, and Fifteen was waiting for her at the door.

When she came out, he rushed forward and asked, "How is it going? Does he agree?"

Lyra's eyes drooped in depression and she shook her head gently.

The old Mr. White analyzed with her the advantages and disadvantages. The marriage between she and Malcolm was not ordinary. There were many factors involved. It was a business alliance by marriage.

If they canceled the engagement after only two days, it would have been a huge financial loss and arouse public opinion for both White Corp and the Lloyd's Corp.

The impact can be very significant.

Moreover, the old Mr. White was no longer involved in the White family affairs. Malcolm was the current head of the White family. If it was withdrew, they must discuss it with Malcolm.

But with Malcolm's character, she guessed even if she put a gun to his head, he would not agree to withdraw.

Lyra was angry, but there was nothing she could do about it.

Malcolm made the perfect plan!

She finally understood why Keith was engaged to Irene for more than two years. Keith hated Irene, but he didn't cancel the engagement. As the off-springs of wealthy families, business marriage was not really to be canceled.

Forget it.

She sighed, thought about it in the long run, and ignored Malcolm the son of bitch.

"From today, if Malcolm and his bodyguards, subordinates and whoever else that come to me, I will not see them!"

"Yes."

Fifteen nodded and left.

The two walked out of the old Mr. White's villa without knowing that a young man in a blue suit with gold-rimmed glasses noticed her coldly as they passed the corner.

Travis White narrowed his eyes, pushed the frame of his glasses elegantly and asked the bodyguard behind him, "Is that the Lloyd family's daughter who is engaged to Malcolm?"

The bodyguard looked at her carefully, "It seems to be, Mr. Travis."

"It's pretty good-looking, but she doesn't look like she's in a good mood. Go ask around and find out what she was doing here today."

"Yes, Mr. Travis."

The bodyguard left silently. Ten minutes later, he returned to Travis to report, "Mr. Travis, she seems to have come to withdraw from the marriage today, but the old man didn't agree."

"Withdrawal of marriage?"

Travis pondered, "The marriage was proposed by Malcolm, so she's a very special existence in Malcolm's heart."

Bodyguard: "But I heard that Mr. Malcolm didn't even go to her welcoming party, so she seems to be less important to him."

"You know nothing." Travis sneered, "Malcolm's mind is not something you can guess so easily. Go ahead and try to find out."

"What do you mean, Mr. Travis?"

The smile on Travis' face was bright, and he said lightly, "Malcolm seems to be out on a mission. I heard there's a gunfight going on. What will happen if he know his fiancée has personally come here to back out of the marriage, and the old man has agreed?"

Chad cried so hard that he would have wanted to knock Lyra right out and carry her to the hospital if it weren't for the inappropriateness.

"We're fighting terrorists in the Suham mountains. He got a bullet in his heart. I'm covered in his blood. He just wants to see you again. Miss Lyra, I'm begging you! Please go and meet him, OK?"

Lyra watched him crying so much that she vacillated.

"I'll believe you just once! If Malcolm ever lies to me again, I'll never forgive him again!"

She didn't even pack her things, grabbed her bag and went to the downtown hospital with Chad.

Outside the corridor of the emergency room, a bunch of people gathered making noises and even arguing, but their expressions were all very grave, with tears in their eyes.

Lyra picked up her pace and Chad took the lead, shouting, "Get out of the way! Miss Lyra is here!"

A bunch of people quickly quieted down and took a step back to either side in a very disciplined manner to give Lyra a way out.

Lyra went inside and soon smelled an extremely strong smell of blood.

Malcolm was on the stretcher bed. His handsome face was pale and his whole body was bloodstained, especially the location of the heart which had been stained with crimson blood into. And there was even a steady stream of blood gurgling out of the heart. Even the whole stretcher was stained with the red color.

The scene was too bloody. Lyra froze for a while and did not move.

He really didn't lie to her this time. He bled a lot!

Lyra covered her mouth in shock. Her tears were streaming down. Her feet were like filled with lead. Taking every step was extra difficult.

Malcolm watched her walking slowly toward him. There was a light in his weak and dark eyes. His large and bloodied palm was trembling as he grabbed her wrist.

"Don't cry ... I...it doesn't hurt. But you cry. My heart hurts ..."