The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 533 Rara likes to return like for like to the end

Because of the serious car accident and attack during the day was blocked up, now outside world was

unaware of it.

Anne asked this as if she were really passing by to offer her condolences.

Lyra didn't have much strength, didn't want to care about her, didn't open her eyes, but continued to

pretend to sleep.

Malcolm said in a cold voice, "It's just a minor problem. She'll be out of the hospital in a couple of

days."

He looked down and played with the watch on his wrist, and his tone was careless, "Speaking of which,

Earl Hoare, you and us are really destined to meet each other several times.

From the day at the museum to shopping mall, they met each other. Even Lyra quietly hospitalized,

they could still meet each other.

Was it by chance, or was it intentional?

Paul laughed, "Yes, it is indeed destiny, but Ms. Lloyd and Anne are little girls at heart. They like

shopping inevitably. As for the hospital, we just come here for a routine check-up."

He gazed at Lyra, "Seeing Ms. Lloyd's face doesn't look too good, she seems to be very sick. I don't

know if it's because of too much work, if so, why don't you give me the right to cooperate with Duowiehl

Group and let me help Ms. Lloyd share the burden."

Malcolm stared at him sternly.

"When is it the turn of outsiders to share in my wife's affairs?"

Paul's face paled slightly, "I said the wrong thing, but since I'm here today, I still want to discuss with

Ms. Lloyd again about the partnership rights. Ms. Lloyd really won't think about it anymore?"

Lyra abruptly opened her eyes and tried to sit up from the bed.

Malcolm thoughtfully came forward and helped her stand up the pillow and helped her lean on the bed.

"Mr. Hoare wants the right to cooperate? No problem."

With these words, Paul's eyes seemed bursting with brilliant light.

Lyra coldly snorted and quickly continued, "However, if you want to take the right to cooperate, you

have to be open and honest. And you can rely on your own strength to snatch back from my hands. If

you dare to come underhanded, then sorry, I will accompany. And I will also return those vulgar tricks to

you a hundred times."

Paul's face stiffened. He slightly pursed his lips and his blond beard had a slight movement, signaling

displeasure.

The atmosphere was a bit stagnant.

Anne was extremely discerning to reconcile, "Ms. Lloyd ..."

As soon as she spoke, Malcolm interrupted, "Well, Rara needs to rest. There are too many irrelevant

people. Even the air is polluted. How can Rara rest well? You two make yourselves comfortable."

Since Malcolm had said so, they had to leave. Otherwise, they would make themselves embarrassed.

Paul didn't want to stay much longer and called out softly, "Anne, babe."

Anne had the good sense to move toward the door.

Midway through the walk, she turned back and smiled. And her voice sounded innocent, "Ms. Lloyd,

take care. Oh, you have spent twenty years smoothly. You always have to experience something. That

can be considered a successful life. Don't you think?"

Lyra stared at her who was smiling. Her eyes looked cold and indifferent.

"For how long will I experience something, I am not sure yet, but I estimate you will experience it soon.

You wear high heels so you should be steadier. Don't fall. After you fall down, you can be broken into

pieces."

Anne smiled brightly as if she didn't understand the sarcasm in her words, "Thank you Ms. Lloyd for

your concern. I too find the hospital floor a bit slippery and have to step steadily."

Paul stepped forward, wrapped his arm around Anne's waist and headed out of the hospital room.

The moment the door closed, Lyra's eyes looked chilly, and she looked sideways at the fruit and

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"Have someone throw it out. Don't even touch it. It should disappear immediately."

Malcolm would have done so even if she hadn't said so.

He quickly called the nurse to throw away all the gifts that Paul and Anne had brought, and even the

bedside table had to be sprayed with alcohol to disinfect.

"What are the odds that you suspect that it was Paul in this nasty attack?"

Lyra turned serious, "There was only forty percent suspicion until they showed up at the hospital, went

into my room, and faked condolences. I now have sixty percent."

Malcolm poured her a glass of water and patiently fed it to her, "Then I still have a little more than you. I

have a seventy percent."

She wondered, "What extra ten percent did you get?"

"Paul brought over a gift of sympathy. If they really came to the hospital for routine body check, and

happened to learn that you are hospitalized, they rushed over to visit you and would not be prepared

with such an elaborate gift. Clearly they have been observing the matter of me and you, and knew that

you were sent to the hospital after the special rush over."

Lyra took a long breath, "But these are only our guesses. We have to catch tangible evidence."

"For Paul's evidence, we can give it up. I know him. Since he can strut in to demonstrate and also

manage to ask for the right to cooperate, obviously he has already destroyed all the evidence, to

ensure that he can escape unscathed. It is the usual trick of Owhil noble."

Malcolm narrated calmly, looking out the window at the gradually setting sun.

That red color was obviously warm and melting, but Malcolm could not feel any heat. All the warmth he

felt at the moment came from Lyra's emotions.

He was delighted by Lyra's joy.

And he was melancholy because of Lyra's sorrow.

For his words, Lyra was very calm, "The Lloyd's Corp has to work with Duowiehl Group after all. If Nil

Grey really can not make the progress, forget it. There is no need to make things difficult for him."

Malcolm: "So you're going to let the person behind this one off the hook?"

Off the hook?

If someone offended Lyra, she would never let go but punish the offender.

"If we can privately find out some traces, as long as we can confirm our conjecture, I want to return the

favor. Since they like to play dirty, I will accompany them to the end, to see what he will do in the end."

Malcolm's gentle palm caressed her cheek and he kissed her carefully on the lips, which was very

doting, as if treating a precious treasure.

"Whatever you want to do, just do it. I am your most loyal knight, charging for you."

Lyra laughed, "I don't want any unimportant characters."

"So what do you want?"

Lyra hooked her little finger seductively, and Malcolm immediately attached his ear to listen.

"I prefer you to be my pony, the exclusive mount."

Her weak voice added a bit of softness and deceitfulness, which could stimulate a man's innermost

desire for protection and possession.

That was a mere titillating remark.

Malcolm's throat was dry and a bit unbearable.

Lyra wanted to play with him. Her cold little fingers traced the line of his ear.

It made the tip of his heart tingle.

He clutched Lyra's slim wrist and placed a kiss on the back of her hand, "Rara, stop it. You know, I

have no resistance to you. A few more plays and it will catch fire."

The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he was. He lowered his eyes and murmured, "You

are injured. For concussion, you have to recuperate for a long time, I can't do it even if it's hard. Rara

just don't make it hard for me."

Lyra hadn't intended to make things difficult for him, but just woke up from a coma and wanted to warm

up to him.

"Honey, I'm hungry."

Malcolm picked up his phone, intending to call the hospital cafeteria and take an order, "What would

you like to eat?"

"Whatever. I am just hungry but no appetite. Lighter is fine."

"Great"

Malcolm, who always had his own idea, heard her words, made his own decision and ordered a few

dishes according to her usual preferences.

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In contrast to the false alarm at Atria Hospital, the atmosphere at the police department was particularly

tense and anxious.