The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 529 Nasty attack before returning Home

The large truck was speeding and keeping a very close distance. There was simply no more time to

react.

The doors and windows were locked, and the cab driver who was driving in the front was panicked and

would only turn the steering wheel to try to avoid colliding with the big truck.

In the nick of time, Malcolm grabbed his computer and smashed it hard against the window glass on

his side of the car.

With a loud sound, the car window glass shattered in two seconds.

He turned around and tried to switch places with Lyra so she could jump out the window first.

Lyra refused, "There's no more time. You jump first and I'll follow."

Seeing that the truck was going to hit them, Malcolm could only be the first to jump out of the car. He

was flexible jumping on the ground after rolling a few times, landing firmly on the side of the road.

Lyra followed him immediately.

Boom-

With the shocking noise, the big truck crashed into the cab and Lyra just jumped out of the car at the

last moment.

After the collision between the two vehicles, the big truck not only failed to slow down, but also

continued to rush forward because of inertia, coming in the direction of Lyra where jumped on.

Lyra deftly avoided it, and the big truck hit a wall across the road before it was forced to stop.

The poor cab driver, without the ability to jump out of the window, fell in a pool of blood at the scene of

the crash.

Malcolm immediately checked on Lyra to see if she was injured.

Lyra shook her head, "Don't worry. I'm fine. I'm fine."

The two were standing on the road, watching the thrilling scene of the car accident.

Malcolm immediately called Nil, "My wife and I are on our way to the airport. Suspect malicious

collision. I'll send you the location. Arrange someone to come and review. Be quick."

Hanging up the phone, he was sending a location to Nil when the back of the big truck opened abruptly

and a group of men armed with clubs and wearing masks jumped out of the truck menacingly and

came in the direction of Lyra and Malcolm.

The two sides immediately fought.

Two against forty, the scene was chaotic.

This was a situation Lyra and Malcolm had both seen before so they were especially calm.

But there were too many people and they had no suitable weapons. If Lyra and Malcolm needed to

fight further, it was easy to cause physical exhaustion.

Malcolm protected Lyra, "This group of people seem to come specifically for you. You can't do the

protracted. Leave here first. I will block the road behind."

Lyra refused, "Leave together. I'm definitely not leaving you alone."

Her attitude was firm. She broke away from Malcolm's hand, took off the high heels, ran into the group

of people barefoot, and grabbed a stick in the hands of the opposite. One fought a dozen, which was

ruthless.

Malcolm had to join in and keep an eye on her side from time to time. He would help out when

necessary.

The fierce fight lasted a full five minutes.

The floor was cluttered with wailing and rolling men.

Lyra and Malcolm were so capable that they kept falling down. And in just a few minutes, the winning

chance had tilted to Lyra and Malcolm's side.

Until.

Boom!

A deafening shot rang out, and Lyra was hit just in the arm in the confusion, with a muffled grunt and

blood gushing out.

She covered her arm. The gunshot wound was excruciatingly painful and the pain spread throughout

her body.

Being wounded, her reaction was forced to slow down by two seconds, and she was hit hard on the

back of the head with another stick from the opposite side.

"Rara!"

With a startled cry, Lyra stumbled forward a few steps and fell into Malcolm, leaning on his back before

she could barely stand.

Malcolm turned around and took her into his arms. His black eyes were staring at the group of men in

front of him, and he said with fury and a hostile tone, "If you dare to hurt her, none of you will leave

today."

He was like a lion in a frenzy, and a bloodthirsty ruthlessness gradually emerged in his eyes.

Lyra was so dizzy and blacked out that she could only crouch on his chest and lean on him.

To prevent another shot from the shadows, Malcolm covered Lyra tightly.

He had the almost impossible task of guarding Lyra while fighting with many people to prevent another

shot from the shadows.

The situation was reversed again due to Lyra's injury.

But soon, there followed the shrill sound of sirens.

Nil received the call but didn't receive the location information from Malcolm. Sensing that something

was wrong, he immediately notified the Atria guard team which were dispatched quickly.

A group of muzzled men with sticks and clubs could only fold their arms for capture in the face of the

police with guns.

Lyra and Malcolm were secured by Atria police officers, and Nil approached them quickly to check on

them.

Malcolm looked at the unconscious Lyra in his arms, did not raise his eyes, but said with cold voice,

"Someone shot her. With me as the central point, at eight o'clock, about five hundred meters away from Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

a small sniper gun. Go check. See if the shooter is still gone."

"Okay."

Nil immediately commanded a team of police officers to go and arrest the shooter according to the

direction described by Malcolm.

Malcolm's eyes were scarlet as he looked at Lyra's gunshot wounded arm and said coldly, "Nil Grey,

my wife and I am in Atria, your jurisdiction. We encountered a car accident and a group assault. You

must investigate clearly and give me an explanation. Otherwise, I will not be willing to let go."

Nil nodded solemnly, "Don't worry. Even if you don't say anything about this matter, I will investigate

thoroughly to the end."

Malcolm, as the NIB director of Cran, went to the business trip in Atria with his wife. They unexpectedly

encountered a mega-attack here. This was not a trivial matter. If not handled properly, it would affect

the transnational diplomacy.

Within minutes, an ambulance followed and arrived at the scene.

"Mr. Malcolm, first take the lady to the car and check the injuries. For this group of attackers, I will bring

all back to the police station. When the lady recover, you can come together to observe the trial."

Malcolm nodded, and without delay, picked up Lyra and headed for the ambulance.

Paramedics immediately went to Lyra's injuries.

The gunshot wound was deep. The bullet embedded in the flesh of the arm, and the pain was so

dizzying that Lyra was drenched in cold sweat.

Malcolm held her in his arms. From beginning to end, he did not let go. In contrast to Lyra's pain, his

whole body was shaking, with self-reproach and shock.

The bullet had to be removed with tweezers and the paramedics brought anesthetic.

Malcolm's bloodied hand reached over, "I'll do it."

He steadied his trembling body. His technique was precise. The tip of the needle pierced the skin. He

gently pushed the medicine and performed local anesthesia, deeply being afraid of hurting Lyra a little

bit more.

The process of taking the bullet was also done by him personally.

For a man like him, who was born in the army and came out of a gunfight, this kind of thing was pretty

easy, and he was more skilled than any medical staff here.

It was hard to bandage the gunshot wound, and a doctor came up to examine the back of Lyra's head

where she had been struck by the stick.

Lyra's skin was delicate and fair, and the bruises and purple marks on the back of her head from the

stick were evident.

The doctor carefully checked, "There is no bleeding. It should not hurt the nerves in the brain, but I still

have to take a film to know the specific circumstances. Initially, it should be considered a minor injury."

Malcolm did not believe in any minor injuries. Taking films and complete examination results could

make him rest assured.

"Have the driver send a car to the hospital, and the whole body must be checked."

"Okay Mr. Malcolm."

The doctor turned to make arrangements, and Lyra, who was pale, woke up just in time to hear his

request for a full body checkup.

She grabbed Malcolm's wrist and said in a weak voice, "No, it's really not necessary to go to the

hospital for a full body checkup. It will take a whole day. It's delayed. Since the doctor said it's a minor

injury and I'm awake, there's no need to go to the hospital."

Malcolm sighed, "You think the whole body examination trouble, then go to the hospital for intracranial

film. The back of the head has more nerves. It's easy to hurt. I have to see the final results, so I am

relieved."

"My own body, I know best. My thoughts are clear now, at most a mild concussion. No way there will be

intracranial bleeding. I don't want to go into Atria's hospital. I still trust Jimmy more. Let's go back to

Crana Labs and do a full body checkup after this stuff is taken care of, right?"

Seeing that she was articulate, thoughtful and insistent, Malcolm compromised.

"Okay, are you resigned to today's nasty attack?"

Lyra nodded gently.

For what happened today, the group didn't even try to hurt Malcolm, so it was totally directed at her.

It was too much to arrange for shots in the dark.

Who was so ruthless that hated Lyra so much?

It was necessary to find out. Otherwise she would not sleep and eat well.

Malcolm probably guessed what she was thinking and carefully adjusted her position in his arms so

that she could lie more comfortably.

"Then, stay in my arms and rest for a while to recover. I will ask the driver to send us to the police

station."

Lyra mumbled softly, with her head falling into a daze now and then. She sniffed Malcolm's body and

soon drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

After ten minutes or so, the ambulance was rerouted to the Atria Police Department.