The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 498 From now on the three together bully Malcolm

Rebecca, who was scared, went pale and didn't dare to eat her meal.

The food was made by Malcolm himself.

"Lyra, did I ... just offend Mr. Malcolm again? Will I never see the sun tomorrow again ...?"

Lyra stifled a laugh, "Don't worry. He's generous and will not bother with you, let alone make it difficult

for you a little girl."

Rebecca then soothed herself and let out a long breath.

Lyra: "So, do you still want to train my manservant now?"

Rebecca waved her hands, and shook her head, "I dare not. That is your exclusive right. How dare I

dabble? Mr. Malcolm will have to cut me to death."

Lyra stifled a laugh and serve her food, "Keep eating and get a good rest later. I'll have Eleven take you

out tomorrow."

"Okay."

After the meal, Lyra went to the babies' room on the fourth floor, carrying the fruit she had washed

herself.

Malcolm sat on a small stool, with one hand holding Molly's crib and the other gently sahking the rattle.

Lyra placed the fruit on the table and walked over to look at the two giggling little babies.

They were pink and fleshy little babies. They gently blinked with the long curly little eyelashes. Their big

and clear eyes looked adorable.

Molly, who was sipping her fingers, smiled when she saw Lyra approaching.

Lyra laughed along with her, sighing at the magic of conceiving life.

Malcolm didn't turn around, still shaking the rattle, as if sulking.

She caressed Malcolm's ear with her fingers and asked in a whisper, "Are you mad at Rebecca, or are

you jealous of Melvin?"

Melvin ...

It was a name that hadn't been heard in a long time.

Malcolm turned back. His dark eyes looked gentle but serious, "It's angry that you're bad. Obviously

you can skip this topic, but you ask Rebecca who is more handsome."

Lyra's fingers moved from his ear upwards to his brow and then flicked on his forehead.

"It's you anyway. Why you have to be angry? Everyone has some dark pasts. When I was in Frayton, I

was bullied by the Freeman family for three years because I loved you and didn't fight back."

The moment when it was mentioned, Malcolm saw that Lyra's expression visibly turned serious.

He was screwed. Was it time to mention the past again?

He decisively put down the rattle and honestly took Lyra's hand.

"I'm sorry. It's all my fault for making you suffer so much at first. If you're still resentful, I will immediately

go back to the room and kneel on the wash board!"

With his gentle voice, Lyra couldn't get angry at all, but she kept her face straight and said seriously,

"Reach out."

Malcolm froze slightly, "Now?" To punch him by hitting his hand in front of their babies?

Lyra nodded her head in a serious way.

Well, it was important that she was not angry.

He dutifully held out his left hand. His dark eyes looked serious, like an offering, and he handed it to

Lyra.

There was a crunching sound as Lyra raised her hand high and dropped it gently, hitting him in the

palm.

"Have you known now what did you do wrong yet?"

"Yes, yes."

Another soft snap sound, Lyra was serious, "Do you dare to be as cold as you were at the beginning

again?"

"I dare not. If you don't desolate me, I'll be very happy."

Lyra laughed.

Molly, who was on the crib, listened to the snap sound and looked at Lyra and Malcolm back and forth

with a giggle.

Spencer, who was next to her, laughed along with Molly.

He felt helpless and glared separately at the two kids.

How could they be so happy to see their daddy getting beaten up and disciplined?

Heartless two little guys!

Lyra saw the two babies' smiling faces, and her heart was melting. Then, use more strength, she

punched Malcolm a few times on his palm.

Spencer and Molly were laughing even more happily.

Malcolm was extremely speechless.

He raised his eyes accusingly at Lyra, "Rara, even our babies are on your side. I can't believe they

want to see you bully me!"

Lyra smiled and cupped his hand. His broad palm was clean and stained only with a light red mark.

But she still bent down, gently kissed him with her soft lips, and patiently told the two babies, "Your

daddy is making mistakes. That's why he gets beaten up. Spencer, Molly, you need to help mommy

supervise him and accompany mommy to fix him."

Perhaps it was because his expression was too bitter, Lyra almost did not hold back her laughter, "Well,

I'm joking with you. You're so good. How can I beat you?"

Malcolm: you lied. Every time when you were really angry, she would beat him up hard.

But he just lowered his head and was silent.

The two stayed in the nursery for a long time until the babies were asleep and then they called Sophia

in to rest.

Malcolm took Lyra's hand and together they went back to the master bedroom.

Lyra asked with a straight face, "How's the investigation going with Shane?"

"The potion Anthony stole out has been identified as a strong drug that destroys nerves. Shane used

the drug to control his mother and sister, and also attempted to have Anthony drug me. I have asked

Chad to collect all the evidence as fast as he can. Without incident, he can be arrested tomorrow for

investigation in the interrogation room."

Lyra nodded, "It is time to end it early. A long delay may cause trouble. People like Shane, do not

deserve to be the head of Callahan family. He only oppresses his family."

"You're right."

He whispered ans his voice sound soft, which was lustful.

Lyra immediately felt being threatened, "Stop and sleep. Tomorrow, there are many things to deal with.

We have to be sufficiently energetic. No sex allowed."

He fell back on the pillow, and was in a state of disillusionment.

Lyra stifled a laugh and reached to turn off the lights.

Darkness enveloped the room, but he was still reluctant and turned over on her.

With desire, he recklessly wanted to have sex with her.

Until...

"Ah hurts. Be gentle. It's going to swell."

Lyra pinched the flesh of his ass and gave it a good twist.

He buried his head between Lyra's neck in grievance and hissed in a small voice of pain.

"Sleep. Can you do that?"

"Yes, I can ..."

*

The next morning, the National Investigation Bureau.

Malcolm was changing into his uniform when Chad knocked on the door and entered.

"Bro, the evidence has been compiled. Ted and Brad have been ambushed around the Callahan NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Residence as instructed. Ready for your orders."

His long and slender fingers buttoned the last gold button of his uniform on his collar. Abruptly and

excellently, he turned around.

"Okay, go to the Callahan Residence and arrest him."

Coming out of the office, he went downstairs while looking steadily forward. He was ready to go to the

garage to use the car.

Levi ran head-on and almost collided with him.

"Sorry sorry! Mr. Malcolm, it's me who's so rash."

Malcolm sulked, "What are you running for? You have forgotten the discipline? So careless."

Levi's face looked bitter and he bent down to apologize, "Mr. Malcolm, you're right. Because I had just

learned a bad news that I lost my concentration for a moment."

Malcolm turned his head, locked at Chad behind him, and asked, "What happened?"

"Mr. Shane's mother suddenly died late last night. The Callahan family now is in a mess. Mr. Shane

suspects ... his mother was deliberately murdered!"