The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 489 Being uncovered and accountability late at night

"You actually try to get Lyra killed?"

Shane was a little unconvinced, and the force in his hand loosened slightly.

Anthony paled because of this. It was getting more and more difficult for him to breathe, and he

continued to answer with confirmation, "Shane, you have not experienced the real despair. For me, as

long as Malcolm can die, no matter what it costs, it is okay for me."

"I love Lyra as much as I do. She ran off with Malcolm on our wedding day with determination, leaving

me as a joke. I can't forgive that either."

"Since they are so in love, let them be a pair of dead lovebirds."

He had a miserable but bitter smile, which was a bit creepy.

Shane raised an eyebrow, watched his expression and withdrew his hand, "You really are a madman,

mentally distorted but that's good."

He held back the unpleasant feeling and coughed gently. His face was expressionless.

Shane's tone softened as he caressed his neck with the back of his hand. And Anthony's neck already

had a slight red mark where Shane had just pinched.

"Since you've finished your toast, there's nothing more for you to do in the garden. Go back to your

room and rest."

"Okay, Shane."

"Hmm." Shane slightly withdrew his eyes and turned to leave the corner.

Until his figure completely melted into the bustling scene of the garden, Anthony just took a breath of

relief carefully.

He took out a packet of unopened powder from his pocket, and his palm clenched it tightly.

Shortly after Shane left, Lyra made herself less eye-catching and appeared in front of him, bypassing

everyone in the garden.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

...

Shane, who had just returned to the hall, was stopped by the butler who was only now getting the time.

"Mr. Shane, something bad is happening."

The butler, who looked panic, came close to Shane's ear and spoke in a very low voice, "Mr. Shane,

the key to the penthouse is missing. Only Mr. Anthony came near me before the party started."

Shane's face gradually changed. He got angry and shouted while gnashing, "Anthony!"

He turned around and wanted to go to the villa, was stopped by the butler, "Mr. Shane, please don't get

angry first. This is only my suspicion. There are so many guests tonight. It is not appropriate to

publicize the matter of the penthouse. Mr. Malcolm is here too. It's easy to cause fluctuation."

After a short period of anger, Shane quickly restrained himself.

He handed his penthouse key to the butler and calmly instructed, "Keep it quiet for now. Find an

opportunity to go up to the penthouse and check the situation. And double check if anything has been

lost."

"Yes."

The butler turned around and went to do it immediately.

Shane called for two more bodyguards, "Go upstairs and keep an eye on Anthony. Don't let him leave

the room."

*

Anthony, who had just returned to his room, was pacing restlessly back and forth.

Everything was given to Rara, and the key to the penthouse had to be returned to the butler at a

suitable time.

He watched the garden from time to time and tried to leave the room when he found two bodyguards

outside the door.

"What are you doing here?"

The two bodyguards respectfully bent down, "Mr. Shane has said, you're not feeling well. Please stay in

your room and rest."

"I have rested and it's fine. Tonight is my party. I'll go down and greet the guests with Shane. Is that

okay?"

The bodyguards' expressions looked resolute, "No, Mr. Shane has said that you cannot leave the room.

He should come to see you personally after the party."

No matter what he said, the two bodyguards didn't listen to him but replied with "Mr Shane said so".

Anthony suppressed his anger and slammed the door of the room shut with a heavy thud, isolating the

two obnoxious bodyguards.

Was it possible that he had been exposed by controlling him so much?

He felt his trouser pocket. The key he stole from the butler was still there.

He thought when the party was over, Shane would definitely come to search him and the room ...

He turned off the light, had his whole body hidden in the darkness, and quietly threw the key diagonally

down from the window.

The key just fell into the grass of the garden.

Someone walked by and accidentally stepped the key into the soil, revealing only half of the golden

edge, which was covered by the lawn.

...

At 10:30 p.m., the whole party ended.

Guests were leaving one after another.

Lyra also dragged Malcolm along with the guests out of the Callahan family.

"Honey, look."

It was not until the limousine was far from the Callahan family that Lyra took two items out of her bag.

There were a clear potion only the size of a small thumb, and a thumb-sized paper bag of powder.

Malcolm first took the potion in his hand to check it, and his expression was serious, "It's not too late.

Send the potion to the lab tonight and give it to Jimmy to check."

Lyra nodded and handed over another packet of powder, "Look at this again." RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

"What is this?"

"It's the powder Shane gave to Anthony. Trying to get you killed tonight."

Malcolm: "Do you have any idea what the drug is?"

Lyra shook her head, "Time is short. He didn't have time to tell me. When the unknown potion is

determined, if it is really harmful stuff, then with this packet of powder, Shane is estimated to be

convicted."

Malcolm looked serious and continued, "He gave you the powder. If Shane knows that he did not get

the job done, he will not easily let him go off."

"Don't worry. He did just add something to the red wine in front of Shane."

Malcolm was curious, "What did he add?"

Lyra smiled and flicked him on the head, "What's wrong with you? Your sense of taste is too bad? He

added a little salt. Didn't you taste it at all?"

He didn't and it was an oversight on his part.

Lyra delicately fondled the paper bag of powder, "I guess all is just about over."

Malcolm took her into his arms and kissed her on the forehead.

Half an hour later, Jimmy, who had just fallen asleep, was called up in the night and rushed to the lab in

a frenzy to work overtime.

"Malcolm, without knowing the name of the drug, we can only slowly check the ingredients and match

the similarity in the database. This work is very time consuming. I'm afraid we only get the result before

noon tomorrow. You guys go back first. No need to be here."

Since he said so, Malcolm did not even consider being polite, dragged Lyra out of the lab and went

home to sleep.

Late night, 12 o' clcok.

The Callahan Residence was lit up and the servants and bodyguards were on edge.

In the hall, the sound of cane was whistling in the darkness of the night, which sounded horrible.

Timothy and Rebecca trembled and stood by the pillars of the hall. They were scared to the point that

they were panicking and shaking.

In the corner, two pieces of dark yellow canes that had broken off were lying.

Anthony knelt on the cold floor. His body was shaking slightly. His head was covered in cold sweat, and

his handsome face was slightly pale.

His back, which was wearing a light white shirt, was already stained with horizontal and vertical blood

marks.

The pain swept through his nerves, but he kept his fists clenched and held back without saying a word.

Shane was standing right beside him, holding a smooth and tough cane in his hand, and continued to

abuse the wounded body without mercy.

Whoosh-

Every time he beat him, Shane used his full strength, and his eyes were filled with a monstrous fury.

"Say! Where is the key?! Did you also steal something from the top floor? Where did you hide the

stuff!?"