The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 616

Rudolph sighed, "He doesn't actually know the real inside story. He just pieces together some news and wants to use it to threaten you. Only what I say is the truth."

Malcolm couldn't believe it and couldn't hear every word he said.

"Take a good rest. I have something to do with the bureau. I'll leave first."

Malcolm turned to leave.

"Malcolm."

Rudolph called out, "They are all relatives. I don't want to see the scenes of relatives being murdered and persecuted before I die. I hope to see all descendants living together."

Malcolm stopped where he was, but didn't look back. He seemed to consider his words for a long time before he left the room.

Rudolph's remarks about the truth of the year just made him confused.

Lyra had just come downstairs to see him standing in the hallway.

"How is grandpa's health? Has the medical team come to see him?"

Malcolm said succinctly, "He's fine."

These three words instantly made Lyra understand that the old White was pretending to be sick, but she couldn't say anything about this kind of thing as her granddaughter-in-law, so she could only keep silent.

Malcolm put his arms around her shoulders. "How are the babies? Are they asleep?"

Lyra nodded, "They're already asleep, and they cry for a while when I go up. Just a little comfort, the babies are very good."

Malcolm breathed a sigh of relief, "Well, let's go. I'll take you back to Lyre Spiti."

Lyra was inexplicable.

"You let me go home first?"

Malcolm looked at his watch. It was an hour to ten.

"I have to deal with Ryan and Travis, and listen to Ryan's explanation."

Lyra took the initiative to grab his palm and intertwined her fingers with him, "Then let's go together. I can't sleep when I go home alone. Why don't I work with you?"

She was in high spirits. Malcolm couldn't refuse, and was moved to have his wife with him so late.

Holding hands, the two came out of the old White's villa.

As soon as he reached the door of the villa, Malcolm's phone rang.

It was the police officer from the cell at the bureau.

"Mr. Malcolm, something has happened. Travis is missing from the cell!"

Malcolm frowned and his expression was instantly grim.

Lyra immediately sensed something was wrong with his expression and looked at him.

The two rushed to the bureau and entered the cell where Ryan and Travis were originally being held together.

In the dim cell, only Ryan was sitting leisurely by the wall, smoking a cigarette.

The rising smoke blurred his expression, adding a bit of gloom to his whole person.

He lowered his eyes, suppressed his determination to die together, and silently waited for Malcolm and Lyra to come over.

"Malcolm, the bureau is not very good at managing. You lost my Travis. You have to explain this to me."

Malcolm's eyes were cold, and he stepped forward slowly, staring at him condescendingly, "Ryan, well done. You can allow people to stretch their hands into bureau and quietly get him out of here. It's amazing."

On the way here, he and Lyra had already checked the monitoring.

Ted was also working overtime to investigate the matter.

Malcolm was silent, and faced with Ryan's negotiating terms with the old White, he agreed quickly as before.

"Okay, Travis ran away. I won't let anyone catch him back. Even if he dies outside, it has nothing to do with me. Now I just want to know the secrets you are hiding."

Ryan was satisfied, but reiterated vigilantly, "Remember what you said. Don't pursue Travis. My niece-in-law can hear it clearly. Malcolm, as the man in power, you have to do what you say."

Malcolm put his hands in the pockets of his military uniforms, looking indifference and humming softly.

It was casual but convincingly charismatic, and Ryan didn't have a choice.

He glanced at Lyra, "I want to tell you this secret alone."

Malcolm turned back and glanced at his wife.

Lyra nodded in agreement, turned and left the cell.

After Lyra left, Malcolm stared at Ryan who was on the ground, "Can you speak now?"

Ryan snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand, beckoned to him, and motioned him to come closer, "Be careful. I'm not at ease."

With a cold face and suppressed impatience, he walked over with his military boots, squatted in front of Ryan, and put his ear closer.

Ryan got up slightly, approached him, and said in a tiny voice the exact opposite of the old White's truth.

Malcolm listened attentively, and the more he heard, the more serious his expression became.

He immediately retorted, "Impossible."

Ryan sneered, "Why? You only see I have been eyeing you all these years, but you don't know what role he plays in the family who seems indisputable. If you don't believe me, you can ask him yourself."

Malcolm's black eyes were dignified, as if he was still digesting the diametrically opposite truth given by Ryan.

While he was in a trance, Ryan quietly stretched out his hand to his back, slowly took out the dagger from the ground he was sitting on, and looked at Malcolm with murderous intent in his eyes.