The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 527 You look like a person, the Lloyd family's illegitimate daughter

Lyra glanced at him.

He didn't know the reason?

She was afraid that he would be jealous again.

"If I did take the initiative to handpick a gift for Anthony, I'm afraid you'd have blown up by now, right?"

Malcolm lowered his eyes, not admitting but not denying either, just teasing, "You're joking."

Lyra snorted, "For Anthony's gift, I didn't intend to pick it in the first place. I'll leave it to you to choose.

Men know men best, and, as a thank-you gift for helping to take care of the babies, you should do your

part."

"Great."

Malcolm was agreeable. However, he gave Lyra a slightly odd stare.

Since men knew men best, why should she help Chad pick the gift?

Chad didn't count as a man?

He shook his head helplessly and went to a famous watch store and helped Anthony pick out a pretty

good black and gold watch.

After the gifts were all picked out, Malcolm took Lyra to the women's clothing section and bought a few

dresses.

Lime green, aqua green, light green ...

Lyra was a bit speechless, "Why did you only pick this color?"

Malcolm smiled gently, and his voice was low and nice, "Because you like green the most."

She liked it but it did not mean that she only wore this color.

Since she did promise Malcolm last night that she would pick whatever he wanted, Lyra said nothing

and gladly accepted.

She had to say that he had a good sense and the dress looked great.

After the clothing-buying, it was time for Malcolm's most exciting moment.

Sex toy store.

Lyra had never been inside such a store. How embarrassing ...

Her cheeks flushed slightly and she stood twenty meters from the door, being unwilling to go any

further.

Malcolm looked back at her, "What's wrong? Not happy?"

"What kind of girl goes into a place like this ..." So embarrassing!!!

She forced herself to be serious, "I'll sit outside and wait for you. Pick it out to your liking and come out

to me when you're done shopping."

Malcolm thought about it and didn't force her, considering that she was really shy at her age when she

went in and out of such places.

"Then, don't go far. I'll go get some cute little sets soon."

Lyra nodded her head.

Waiting for Malcolm to enter the store, Lyra found a resting seat by the railing of the shopping area and

casually sat down to turn on her phone.

After waiting for a few minutes, there was the sound of high heels next to her from far away.

Lyra ignored it until she could see the white heels. She looked at those long and slender legs and

looked upward.

It was Anne.

"What a coincidence! I can meet you even when Paul and I are shopping... Huh, why are you alone?

Where is Mr. Malcolm?"

Lyra sat leisurely, did not get up, and smiled, "He is buying something. You're with Mr. Hoare came?

Then how come I don't see Mr. Hoare?"

Anne's makeup was exquisite and she smiled politely, "He goes to the bathroom. I wait for him

outside."

Lyra gave a casual oh, "So would you like to sit while we make small talk for a while?"

"With pleasure."

Lyra moved to the side. Anne gracefully stroked her skirt and sat down.

Between the two, there was a distance of one seat.

It was like the barrier between them, which could never be crossed.

A minute of silence passed.

It wasn't until Anne took the initiative to speak up that the stagnant and bizarre atmosphere was

broken.

"Ms. Lloyd, this project is equivalent to entering the foreign market from now on and extending the

Lloyd's Corp overseas. Congratulations indeed."

Lyra glanced sideways at her delicate and extremely beautiful face, and her tone was not overly

emotional, "Thanks."

Anne sighed with regret, "Unfortunately, the Lloyd's Corp's plan to extend overseas with Duowiehl

Group is going to be a bust."

Lyra narrowed her eyes warily, observing the expression on her face.

"What do you mean?"

Anne smiled slightly, with a slight apology in her eyes, "Last night I was talking to Paul about the

bidding for this project. He felt that I had worked too hard for this project but actually didn't win it

because you took advantage of the influence. He said he felt sorry for me and wanted to help me

snatch back the cooperation."

"Snatch back from me?"

Lyra snorted lightly, "Paul was drunk by you and talking nonsense in bed?"

"Besides, my business plan is the result of countless revisions and staying up. Unless I don't attend the

bidding session this time, you'll never have a chance."

In her career, she has always been meticulous and believed in her ability.

Even without Malcolm's influence, her project must have been the top one.

Anne watched her cold and arrogant expression.

"Ms. Lloyd, you're really charming when you're confident, but unfortunately, after leaving the country,

the Lloyd Group and White Corp aren't the biggest companies. Ms. Lloyd, you should know no matter

how good you think you are, there is always someone out there that is better."

Lyra stared at her, contemplating her déjà vu tone.

"Miss Windsor, the first time I saw you, I thought you are like a person a lot."

Anne smiled with arched eyebrows, "Oh? Like who?"

"My sister."

She spoke softly, but her eyes sized up Anne's every movement.

Anne was mildly surprised, "Really? Then I'm so honored to have Ms. Lloyd find me gracious."

Lyra snickered, "I don't like this sister. She's just the illegitimate daughter of my family. An ugly duckling

who obviously is afraid of being discovered but wants to replace me."

Anne's smile faded a little and soon her eyes filled with tears as she asked, feeling aggrieved and

hurtful, "So, are you trying to use your sister to sarcastically tell me I overestimate myself?" Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"No, just kidding. Don't take it seriously."

Lyra smiled sarcastically and continued, "You're so much better than my awful sister in terms of family,

education and personality. How can she compare to you?"

Anne's mood was turned to normal a bit and she asked curiously, "It sounds like your sister has an

unusual story with you. Can I ask how she is doing now?"

"Dead, no ashes, no cemetery. Her name and effigy were shelved by Keith in the posthumous garden,

where all the dead without loved ones to claim them, never to be missed or incensed by their loved

ones. They are lonely even in heaven."

Anne thought it frightened, "She's so pathetic."

Lyra laughed lightly, "She's not pathetic. My family was almost broken up by her. She just deserved it."

Anne nodded thoughtfully and was about to continue asking when Paul arrived.

The moment she saw him, Anne, who looked aggrieved with tears, got up and jumped into his arms,

"Honey, why have you been gone for so long? I miss you."

"It's all my fault for leaving my little heart out in the cold."

Paul kissed her like no one was watching.

The two were kissing for a while before Paul noticed Lyra's presence.

"Ms. Lloyd, you're there."

As the courtesy, Lyra smiled and nodded.

Anne played with Paul's blonde beard, and Paul doted on her and his eyes on Lyra.

"Ms. Lloyd, for the cooperation opportunity of Duowiehl Group, AN Group had a great interest in it. I

wonder if you're willing to part reluctantly with the opportunity? I am willing to help the Lloyd's Corp to

introduce other collaborations as compensation."