The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 528 Let them not return safely to the country

Paul, came up and directly mentioned the cooperation, and his eyes were quite sharp.

There was also a vague feeling of extreme unfriendliness.

Lyra snorted lightly and was about to make a mocking remark when a familiar low voice came from

next to her.

"Asking my wife for a project? Paul, are you taking yourself too seriously?"

As he finished his words, Lyra turned her head to look.

Malcolm, who was carrying many fine shopping bags, slowly walked next to her with a grim look on his

face.

Her waist was wrapped by him and Lyra smiled at the conversation between the men and she chose to

let him speak for her.

"Mr. Malcolm, Lloyd's Corp is able to get the project right of Duowiehl Group solely because of your

friendship with Nil Grey. Isn't this kind of approach unfair to us companies who are serious about

business plans?"

Malcolm's eyes looked cold and he stared at him with irritation, "If you have a problem with the

outcome of this bidding session, go argue with Nil Grey. What's the deal with coming to my wife?"

Did he really think that the Lloyd family and White family, the richest families in Crana, were easy to

bully?

Paul laughed, "I'm discussing this with Ms. Lloyd... Mr. Malcolm, you have to be so angry?"

Malcolm's cold and stern face did not diminish, "My wife's ability is top. If it's not because she's five

years younger than me, and get into the business years later than me, I'm afraid that now Crana

business big shot is her. Even I have to be the second."

"I won't allow anyone to belittle her ability. As for the bidding, if you don't believe me, you can argue

with Nil Grey. Then you can be confirm you're totally lost and humiliated."

After the sarcastic remark, Malcolm left with his arm around Lyra's slender waist.

Before leaving, Lyra took one last look back at Anne who was next to her.

When the two figures had completely disappeared from view, Paul took Anne into his arms and

became intimate with her again.

"Baby, because Malcolm White's identity of the National Investigation Bureau's identity, he has

cooperated with many influential people in terms of cases across world. He knows many people. We

should not mess with him. For the bidding, can we leave it alone?"

Anne furrowed her brows in grievance and pushed him away, refusing his intimacy.

"You don't even know how she just taunted me. Taking her dead illegitimate sister and sarcastically

calling me an insolent, ugly duckling."

Paul was surprised, "You're at least my girlfriend now. Dis she say that about you?"

Anne sniffled and nodded gently. At her simple and extremely beautiful face, one could see her sad

tears streaming down.

That made Paul heartbroken. With his large rough hands of calluses and wrinkles, he carefully wiped

away her teardrops.

"My little baby, don't you cry. When you cry, I am simply sadder than you."

Anne nuzzled into his arms and sobbed softly, "Honey, you must help me. Not only did she steal my

first place in the tender, she also ridiculed me like this, clearly not taking you seriously."

Paul patted her back soothingly, "Yes, I will help my little one get revenge. I heard they are going back

to Crana tomorrow. I will help you out before then."

She nodded contentedly and rubbed herself against his broad chest like a delicate kitten.

Thinking of a certain thing, she added, "That woman knows jujitsu. So be careful dear."

Paul kissed her forehead lightly, "Okay."

From a distance, the back of the two snuggling and hugging did not have sweetness between lovers,

but rather like a father and daughter.

...

Back in the presidential suite of the hotel Lyra was unexpectedly tired after shopping and playing for a

whole day.

As soon as she returned, she flopped onto the bed and lazily rested.

Malcolm looked at her who was lazy cat-like figure, smiled helplessly, and went to sort through the

shopping bags.

Their tickets for the next day's flight home had already been booked, and their luggage had been Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

packed almost as early as last night, except for the gifts and clothing they bought today, which had not

yet been sorted.

The two sets of dress purchased in the erotic store were put into a bag that was pink. Malcolm lovingly

fondled the bag, looking forward that Lyra would wear these two sets of charming dresses, and the two

harmonious married life after returning home.

He gathered everything up quickly and returned to the bed when he found Lyra asleep.

Thinking that today they did walk a lot, he thought it indeed tired. He gently helped Lyra take off socks,

wash her feet, and massage her feet skillfully.

By the time Lyra was awakened by the massaging, all her clothes were off her body.

Faced with Malcolm's thoughtfulness, Lyra wrapped his neck with her arms and solemnly apologized to

him, "Honey, I'm really sorry for hitting you with the hanger yesterday. I was too emotional. I will

definitely control my emotions in the future and won't hurt you like that again."

Malcolm smiled to not to care about that, "As the saying goes, beating is a sign of affection, and

cursing is a sign of love."

Lyra: "Garrulous again?"

Malcolm shook his head, pulled her upright, and looked her squarely in the eyes, "Rara, in the future, if

you don't feel well, you must tell me in time. No illness should be put off as a matter of course."

"Okay, I know."

The moment she finished her answer, she was pounced on by Malcolm.

"So can you let me do tonight first?"

Lyra stared at him.

"Just a little, I'll try to be quick and gentle. Make sure I don't hurt you. When we're done, we'll make a

video call to Anthony and see our two cute little babies again. What do you think of this arrangement?"

Lyra stifled a smile and praised fervently, "The arrangement is very proper. Granted."

Malcolm, who had been granted permission, was so excited that he immediately tore the clothes off his

body and pressed her against beneath him.

...

Early the next morning.

Because Lyra couldn't wait to return to the home country and see her two little ones in person, she

booked an early flight in advance.

The two got up before dawn.

Not wanting to bother Nil Grey's assistant again, Lyra and Malcolm chose to leave quietly with their

suitcases, checked out hotel and took a taxi to the airport.

The sky was gray, like being covered with a thin veil.

Every now and then Lyra looked out the car window at the receding landscape, and every now and

then she took out her laptop to work on the follow-up with Duowiehl Group.

The signing of the contract was scheduled for three days later in Crana.

There were also many opportunities to cooperate and develop global market during this period.

Malcolm also had his computer on his laps and was reviewing a White Corp report sent over by Chad.

The two had no words all the way, which was silent but peaceful and quiet.

A ear-piercing siren sounded unceasingly, which seemed to penetrate the eardrums and unpleasing to

ears.

Being quickly alerted, Malcolm and Lyra turned off their computers and turned their heads to see a

large truck speeding towards their cab around the corner.

It just happened to be the left side near Lyra.