The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 522 Rara watches lead singer show off her body; Malcolm is going to be pissed off

With Malcolm's personality, he was definitely not talking about work.

Lyra raised her hand angrily and flicked him hard on the side of his head.

"This is a work thing. Be decent."

Malcolm frowned and rubbed his painful forehead, employing a rebound tactic, "This is obviously

decent. It's you who's thinking out of the box."

Lyra was confused.

Could it be that she was impure?

She raised her hand again and flicked Malcolm's forehead again, accusing him righteously, "I am

misled by you. You're making erotic statements all day long."

It was always his fault. Malcolm conceded, lowered his head, listened docilely but did not open his

mouth.

Seeing his obedience, Lyra gave him a kiss. Remembering the half-hour delay in the opening of the

tender meeting, she asked curiously, "After all, Nil Grey is the first heir of Atria and paramount and

powerful. What did you tell him?"

Malcolm had a mysterious expression, "Do you really want to know?"

Lyra nodded her head.

His handsome face had rare expression of evilness.

"Confidential."

Lyra was wordless.

Seeing that Lyra seemed to be getting angry, Malcolm changed the subject "Well, pack up, if we don't

get to the bidding meeting in another half hour delay, we won't make sense."

Lyra looked at him askance and chose to take care of business first. She went to the bathroom to wash

up and change into her dress, put on a five-minute mask, and then put on a delicate and beautiful

makeup.

Within half an hour, the two arrived at the bidding session.

The entrance was quiet and peaceful, with only the bodyguard sand assistant Quinn waiting, while the

rest of the guests were already seated in the meeting room.

Quinn saw them both and rushed up, "Mr. Malcolm, Ms. Lloyd, you two are finally here."

She took Lyra's hand politely and pulled her into the meeting, whispering as she walked, "Are you

feeling better? Does it still hurt? Do you need some more medicine?"

"Hmm?"

Lyra looked puzzled, "What are you talking about?"

Quinn thought she was embarrassed and tut-tutted twice, as if she was experienced, "Atria folk are

open. We know the thing between women and men. We all understand, not to mention we are all

women. Ms. Lloyd, don't need to be shy."

Lyra was speechless.

What the hell was that?

She turned back to Malcolm, who was following behind her, and glared at him with a knife-like gaze.

What the hell did he say to Nil Grey to delay the opening of the auction!!!

Malcolm smiled slightly with an innocent look.

Lyra's cold and stern eyes narrowed, silently threatening him.

Quinn pulled her closer and asked in a whisper and gossip, "Ms. Lloyd, Mr. Malcolm must be very

brave, right? How else would you be injured ..."

Quinn hemmed and laughed, "Ms. Lloyd, you're so blessed. I am so envious!"

Lyra didn't answer from the beginning to the end, and Quinn was alone talking, just as they reached the

entrance of the meeting hall.

The private conversation came to an abrupt end.

The entire venue was unusually quiet, with occasional whispers of discussion from guests.

In front of the suspicious eyes of the crowd, Lyra and Malcolm were led by Quinn to the front row of the

venue.

With all the guests present, the bidding session officially began and the scene came to a screeching

halt due to the discordant sounds of Lyra and Malcolm's late arrival.

Nil walked up to the stage to make the necessary opening statement.

At the end of a few minutes' speech, the audience erupted in applause. Afterwards, the staff of the

bidding session came down and collected the flash drives with the project files from each group leader

who came to the bidding session and marked them well.

The site was well organized and meticulous.

In the large meeting room, the staff collected for ten minutes to record the corresponding projects

brought by all leaders.

Nil took the stage again, "Everyone, the diplomatic department of Duowiehl Group needs at least an

hour to carefully look at all the business cases. In between this time you can feel free to move around,

or enjoy Atria's musical bands."

He said so and the staff immediately moved on the rack, drums, piano and other musical instruments.

For this bidding session, Nil invited several bands, so it can be said he had spent a lot of money on it.

Lyra had little energy to move freely because of last night's sex and chose to watch the show from her

seat.

Soon, a band took the stage and the whole meeting room instantly came alive with the music.

It was obviously a solemn and serious venue, but because of the arrival of a powerful band, the

atmosphere was instantly changed abruptly.

Seemingly it was weird, which was somehow very harmonious and creative.

Lyra watched the show, and the staff, who were attentive to service, prepared special snacks for the

guests who were watching the show.

With the powerful songs, the atmosphere was getting more and more active.

The lead singer was in high spirits and directly took off his shirt on the scene to show off his abs, so

that the ladies exclaimed.

Even Lyra raised her eyebrows and was in a good mood.

While she was watching the show, Malcolm was watching her with hidden bitterness.

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Lyra chewed on a tasty little snack and nodded casually, "Yes."

"So do his abs look good, or do mine look better?"

Lyra turned back and finally looked at him, winking at him, "Yours."

Malcolm felt more comfortable and took the initiative to pick up the snack and feed it to her mouth, but

still reluctantly continued to ask, "Then why are you only looking at him and not at me?"

Lyra craned her head once more and locked eyes with him.

This question was not easy to answer, and after thinking, Lyra chose to ignore.

She pretended not to hear, and continued to listen to the music with great interest, laughing heartlessly.

Malcolm took a deep breath and held it back before he got angry on the spot, turning his head away

from her and sulking alone.

In order to see the band's lead singer's abs, Lyra was surprisingly cold to him. When he got back to the

hotel, he was going to show Lyra how great he was.

He would let her know who was the best looking man that she couldn't get out of bed for three days

and nights!

He mused, feeling much more comfortable.

Lyra watched the show with interest until a slim figure in a white dress passed in front of her, instantly

drawing her attention to it.

She fixed her eyes on the familiar back she had seen at Suham's business party the other day.

By the time she tried to get up and follow her, the girl was already seated on the other side of the first

row.

The girl's side face was just blocked by a tall man who was dozen seats away from her.

Lyra was inwardly suspicious and thought that back several times deep in her mind.

She confirmed that it was really familiar.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

Malcolm noticed the difference.

She was all serious and lightened her voice, "Honey, I think I saw that back again, the one that looks

like Ethel."

Although Andrei, who was at that business party, gave a list of all the ladies in white dresses who

attended the party that day, it was a lot of work to check because they all came from all over the world

and their identities were special.

There was not much progress on the Eleven's side these days.

Malcolm looked straight as well, and as Lyra was about to get up, he stopped her, "Isn't it your back

that hurts? You walk less. I'll go over and check it out."

Lyra nodded her head.

Malcolm was about to get up as the last song the band performed came to an end and Nil reappeared

on stage, who was ready to announce the final agreed partner for this bidding session.

This was the biggest business of the trip, and Malcolm had to sit down and wait for Nil Grey to finish his

announcement.