The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 302

Malcolm was satisfied, "Good point. I'll give you a pay raise."

"Ahaha, thank you boss! Boss, you and Miss Lyra are a perfect match ..."

Garrett looked at the distant backs of the two men. His eyes were red with anger, and slammed his fist into the ground.

After they went back to Lyre Spiti, Malcolm immediately looked straight and instructed Chad, "Keep the pressure on the Frazier Group three days at most. Bankruptcy, liquidation and property forfeiture. I want the Frazier family to never get up again!

"Okay."

He continued: "Irene has done a lot of evil things before. Her family always help her afterwards. Go to the underground network and post a reward. I want the evidence. Help Rara send Irene to jail!"

The Frazier family now was fallen out of favor, so there would certainly be a lot of people adding insults.

With the pent-up resentment for years, now these people can take advantage of the opportunity to step it on. Certainly they would not miss this good opportunity.

"Boss, don't worry. I'll do it carefully!"

After arranging the business, Malcolm looked at the sky outside.

It was winter and it was raining so it was dark early.

By this time, it was completely dark outside.

Malcolm's eyes drooped and he felt a little bit desolate.

Lately, Lyra had been going out for a whole day without making any phone calls in the middle of it.

He looked at the time and it was after seven o'clock.

It was another day when Lyra was late and he collapsed on the couch in dismay and disappointment.

Chad sighed as he watched him listlessly from the side, "Boss, thinking about Miss Lyra again?"

Malcolm ignored him, sadly looking out the window at the peaceful and quiet garden.

...

Lyra's car was parked at the corner of the two hundred meters away the White Mansion.

Her face was cold and she sat quietly in the car, listening to Eleven's report.

"I'm sorry, Miss. Our men were spotted by him and lost him after a few detours. We were not able to follow him."

Lyra's face sank even deeper.

Eleven's head dropped even lower, feeling frustrated, "I'm really sorry ..."

"Forget it, after all, he is trained in the elite army. He is not weak. And he is smart. It's easy for him if he wants to get rid of you guys."

She looked at the unfamiliar number Anthony had left on the the scrap paper, and recited silently, "Have you checked this number out?"

"The serial number is indeed from Crana. Although it doesn't have a real name registration, our guys chased down the number's current location and it's in European Swye."

European Swye?

Lyra narrowed her eyes, thinking carefully.

She remembered that Anthony's mother was from European Swye, but when she was little, she had never heard Anthony mention his mother or say a word about European Swye.

Except for those blue eyes, he seemed to be a native of Crana.

Could it be that ... he had private contacts with European Swye?

Could there be any ulterior motive?

"Check out Anthony's mother. I want details, and check out the last six months of European Swye flight records to Crana for any suspicious arrivals. Give me a list."

Eleven was confused, "Miss, six months of flight record is too many. It is very time-consuming. Even if Mr. Collin checks the data personally, it is not so easy."

"It's okay. Take your time. I'm not in a hurry for the results on this one."

The phone rang.

It was Malcolm's calling.

Unknowingly, it was already eight o'clock. It was estimated that he was still waiting for her.

When she thought of him, Lyra felt sweet.

She turned on the mute, didn't answer, and said to Twelve who was in the driver's seat, "Turn around, go to the Mia Grand Restaurant next door, then back to the White Mansion."

...

Malcolm, who was in the living room, waited until his heart was cold when the sound of door opening came.

He rushed to the door.

The moment he saw Lyra, he pounced on her, circling her waist. It was so tight that his arms shook.

Malcolm blushed and had a moment of hesitation, "No."

Those drugs were not very useful at all, but also very bitter. He just did not want to eat.

"Wait, I'll go get you ready."

Lyra got up and went back in a few minutes with warm water and a box of pills.

Malcolm lifted his face to look at her. His tone was weak, "You're late tonight. Is there a feeding service to treat me for waiting so hard?"

"Okay, I'll feed you."

She sat down, dotingly rubbed the back of his head, skillfully drank water, kissed him, channeled the water into his mouth, and stuffed two pills at once.

The action was very fast.

But it still was not hidden from his eyes.

Malcolm finished swallowing and immediately wrinkled his eyebrows, "Rara, you want to be lazy. You need to feed one by one!"

Lyra had a busy day today without a break, so she would have liked to do it less time.

She was angry, "You have to take a dozen of medicine every day, so I have to kiss you the same amount of time. Will you not get tired of it?"

Malcolm instantly turned wan, "You ... are tired of it already?"

Lyra noticed his change in mood.

As a patient, he was always suspicious and more thoughtful so she had to follow him.

She immediately kissed him two times, "No! You're so delicious. I will not get tired of it. Come on, we continue!"

Just as she was about to kiss up, her cell phone suddenly rang on the bedside table.

Lyra glanced at it, and it was an unsigned and unknown number.

But when she read the number, her eyes instantly went cold.

Why was Anthony calling her all of a sudden at this time!?

Malcolm turned back and looked at her.

"It's late. Who's calling?"