The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 534 The truth of the matter; the paranoid revenge maniac?

The the most elite and competent police officers at the entire police department were all transferred

over to investigate this matter.

However, it took a day and there was no progress in the case.

Nil gave an ultimatum. Only three days, the person behind the curtain must be uncovered.

A young head of the police department was sitting in his office and was anxious as hell.

He reviewed the current information of the investigation and kept sighing and drinking coffee.

He was worried by the fact that no suspicious person had been identified for the time being.

Malcolm suspected Paul, but Paul's identity was special. If there was no solid evidence to charge him,

the police department could not conduct a full investigation to him.

After all, with his status as a noble Owhil count in the picture, if they rushed to screen him, it would

affect diplomatic relations between Atria and Owhil.

However, if they did not check Paul, it was not easy to explain to Malcolm.

Again, this will affect the diplomatic relations between Atria and Crana.

In the end, if nothing can be found, it was even more difficult to explain to Nil, then he had to step down

from this position.

They were all not easy to mess with, so he simply felt it troublesome.

Looking at the messy and clueless pile of information, he was already smoking his third cigarette.

It was at the most annoying time when there was a knock on the office door.

"Come in." He shouted impatiently.

The person who pushed in the door was an uniformed police officer.

"There is a lady at the door. She says she understands the incident and can help you."

"Help me?"

He tugged at his collar in annoyance and grunted softly in disdain, "Which lady?"

"She identified herself as Mr. Earl Hoare's girlfriend, Miss Windsor."

Yo, another big shot.

"Bring this Miss Windsor in and go make a cappuccino and bring it over."

"Yes."

Within minutes, Anne was led into the office by a police officer.

The young police department director invited her to the sofa and took her seat.

She smiled warmly and brightly, and did not pretend to be polite.

"Miss Windsor, you came over with evidence to provide?"

Anne nodded, "I know what you're anxious about right now. I have a way to combine the three parties

that have caused you trouble, give everyone a satisfactory answer, and definitely keep your position as

the director."

He grimaced and was a little less convinced. After all, the woman in front of him was too young, but she

looked simply beautiful.

In the absence of a better choice now, he chose to listen, "Tell me about it."

Anne's makeup was exquisite. Her smile was seductive, and her face looked simply lovely.

From her eyes, no one knew she had a malicious heart.

...

Lyra was in the hospital for two days.

Under Malcolm's close care, her feet never even touched the ground and she was even carried by

Malcolm himself to the toilet.

Like taking care of a daughter who was only a few years old and cannot take care of herself, it made

Lyra very uncomfortable.

She called Anthony once during the day as usual, but did not make a video call because she was

recently in the hospital.

She was reluctantly relieved to learn that the babies were being taken care of all right these days.

It'd been almost a week in Atria, and today was the deadline Nil Grey gave the police department, and

the results of the investigation should be out by this afternoon.

Lyra requested to be discharged from the hospital.

Malcolm was extremely obstructive, and for Lyra, who was insistent, there was nothing he could do.

At the review, the doctor also only checked the gunshot wound and the rod wound on the back of the

head. Both of which were not major problems and she could indeed be discharged from the hospital.

Malcolm had nothing to say but to take Lyra in the police department's armed car to the police

department to hear the results of the investigation.

They arrived just as Nil was arriving, and the two sides went in together.

The blackboard in the conference room was covered with strands of complex clues.

The head of the police department printed out three copies of the comprehensive evidence and gave

one to each.

As they read the evidence material, he pointed to the blackboard and explained, "After investigation,

we found that the driver of the big truck in this incident is the biggest suspect."

"It was verified that the driver was originally from Crana and came to Atria from Crana only this year.

After submitting many materials, he managed to get Atria citizenship."

The director's finger pointed to a photo of Lyra, "We found it in this driver's home. He posted a lot of

Mrs. White's photos. After a detailed investigation, we only know that he had seen the Mrs. White's

dance videos. He has been Mrs. White's little fan, but takes her as an imaginary wife on the network.

Since she announced her marriage, he has had abnormal emotional reactions."

His words made Malcolm frown and he was strongly displeased.

But he did not interrupt the director and continued to listen with a cold face.

"Yesterday we conducted a professional psychiatric evaluation of this person. He has a neurological

disorder. He is emotional and it is estimated that the hate is born out of love. Adhering to the principle

of destroy if he can't get it, he deliberately planned this incident."

Lyra snorted lightly. To the director's so-called suspects, she simply did not believe, "There are too

many mistakes in this investigation. He is just a truck driver. Where did he get so much money to hire a

large number of elite killers and snipers in the black market?"

In response, the director explained without slowing down, "We have checked his bank flow. All his

finances were all used up a few days ago, and this incident, the reason why he acted as a truck driver

himself, it seems that he wanted to die."

"Mrs. White, you can recall the day of the accident. Did the truck driver still not give up after hitting the

cab? But he dragged the cab for dozens of meters, until was forced to stop by the road side of the wall.

His excessive vindictive behavior is very obvious."

With this explanation, Nil did not say a word.

Lyra was inwardly angry and was flipping the information, revealing a strong mood of depression and

manic.

Malcolm asked calmly in a cold voice, "Where is this truck driver now?"

"After the accident, he himself was sent to the hospital emergency room. The situation is not very good.

He became a vegetable. He can not die, but it is estimated that he will not wake up."

All of it was borne by the vegetative person who will never wake up, which was equivalent to death

without proof. That was an intelligent solution, and no one can say a word against it.

Nil read the evidence several times, and from the evidence alone, it was reasonable for a person with a

paranoid manic personality to commit such a nasty act of revenge.

He put down the evidence sheet and raised his eyes to the biggest victim of this incident, "Ms. Lloyd,

do you have any objections to this incident? If so, you can raise it now and immediately."

Lyra hummed softly.

It was such a big deal, but all the blame went to a truck driver. Simply, it was incomprehensible.

She looked sternly at the director and hit the point, "I heard that you have been dealing with this

incident recently, so have you been at the police department and secretly met with people who are not This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

related to this case?"