The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 582 Hall interrogation and Travis is scared

In terms of the White family, as Malcolm just returned to take control, and Rudolph's condition was still

stable, there was no need to bother Micah and Abigail and spoil their romantic time.

After speaking with Micah, Lyra chose a car from the garage and drove back to Lyre Spiti.

After arriving, she did not get out of the car, but took out the paper and took a photo of the result in the

bottom right.

The photo was then sent to the phone number Collin gave her.

By the way, she enclosed a sentence: [Your girlfriend is the Lloyd. Give her to me and you can return to

Owhil at any time. Otherwise, I have a lot of time to spend with you. As an Owhil noble, your girlfriend

has a false identity. If it's known, what will happen?]

She didn't threaten him explicitly, but Paul's noble status was mention. Even if he really loved Anne,

Owhil noble will not allow him to be capricious.

His status can't be tainted in any way.

He had too much to concern about so it was easy to take advantage of his vulnerability.

After sending the text message, Lyra waited and in ten minutes, she received a call from an unknown

number.

It was Paul Hoare's phone number which was sent to her by Collin.

She answered the phone but he didn't say anything. Obviously, she could hear the sound of heavy

breathing from the receiver.

Lyra smiled slightly, "Mr. Hoare, I don't like to beat around the bush, so just say it."

Paul sighed and said in a rough and thick voice, "Ms. Lloyd, I don't know whether Anne is the member

of your family or not. Anne doesn't know it either. I met her when she was injured. She doesn't

remember anything. Although she is only an illegitimate daughter, she's your half-sister after all. Can't

you let her go? "

Lyra seemed to hear a big joke, "She's playing memory loss with me when she sees that she can't hide

her identity anymore? Is she fooling me?"

Paul: "It's true. Ms. Lloyd, you can take her for a psychiatric evaluation if you don't believe me."

"No need. She was rewarded with best actress before. Her acting is excellent. Just like we can never

wake a person who pretends to be asleep, I'm afraid her acting skills can't even be defined by a

psychiatrist."

Paul sighed again, "So, Ms. Lloyd, do you have to be so ruthless to her?"

"I'm not that ruthless. She is the Lloyd. I am the head of Lloyd family. She made a mistake and I have

to correct it. This is our family's business. Mr. Hoare, you can do nothing about it."

Paul's voice was steady and firm, "Yes, I'm an outsider and it's out of my hands, but you don't have to

be so cruel, do you?"

Lyra did not want to talk nonsense with him, but said coldly, "I am never a kind person. When she was

ruthless to me for several times, she never spared me. Now you persuade me to be kind. I just feel

very ridiculous. I say it last time. Give Anne Windsor to me. The Lloyd's Corp and AN Group won't

bother each other in the future."

Paul was silent for a long time before he said, "Give me half a day. I'll talk to Anne and give you an

answer."

"Okay." Lyra raised an eyebrow. It seemed like this might be handled peacefully without bloodshed,

which was quite well.

...

The White Mansion's hall.

Travis was escorted inside by Chad. He was so weak that Chad merely had one hand on the back of

his neck as if he had a stranglehold on Travis' life.

"Let go. I just go to a bar. What's wrong with that? Is it a big crime? Do you have to escort me all the

way back to the hall?"

"Ouch! Chad, you just treat an worthless thing like an order from on high! You're ..."

He was angry and before he could finish the cursing words, Travis raised his eyes and saw Malcolm

who was standing in front of the photos of their ancestors

Malcolm had his hands at his back, standing upright. Merely his back could let people feel his cold

aura.

Travis was terrified and took a moment to calmly straighten his suit lapel, "What do you mean,

Malcolm? Do I break the law by going to the bar? It's your wife who doesn't let me stay by grandpa's

side and do my filial duty, so I was depressed and went to the bar to vent out my frustrations.

Malcolm turned around abruptly. His face was sullen. He didn't bother to talk to him but interrogated

him directly, "Before grandpa fell into a coma, you were the last person he saw alone in the study. What

did you do to grandpa?"

Travis straightened his back, adjusted his gold-frame glasses, and restored the gesture as a rich

gentleman.

"He asked me about my recent work. He said I am not proactive enough, not motivated enough. He

scolded me and that's it. What else can I do to grandpa?" Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Malcolm didn't believe a word he said.

"I'll give you one last chance to confess. If you still try to hide it this time, you'll bear the consequences."

Travis lowered his head, refusing to see his eyes and denying it adamantly, "What do you mean by

that? You think I hurt grandpa? In our family, because you suppress me and my dad, and only grandpa

helps me, I have no reason to harm him."

"You have."

Malcolm's expression was calm, but his words were very assured.

Travis: "Why do you doubt me like that?"

Malcolm tightly pursed his thin lips into a straight line, suppressing the extreme displeasure, which was

a precursor to rage.

He glanced askance at Chad, silently signaling something.

Chad immediately took out an eyedrop-sized dropper bottle containing an unknown and clear solution

and handed it to Malcolm.

Malcolm took it and gazed at Travis like the evidence was irrefutable.

"I had someone enter Ryan's villa and get it from your room. I checked your phone records. An

unknown number had contacted you a few days ago. You put this drug in grandpa's tea on purpose. Do

you think I really can't find it out?"

Travis looked confused and reached out to grab the small bottle from Malcolm's hand, "What the hell is

this? I don't even know it. Don't wrong me."

When his hand reached out, Malcolm ducked nimbly and easily avoided his hand, "You know very well

whether you are wronged or not."

Malcolm handed Chad the bottle, not intending to show Travis but righteously accusing him of the

crime.

"The one who encouraged you to mess with grandpa's food behind the scenes promised to help you or

Ryan snatch the family headship when the job was done, didn't he?"

Travis shook his head desperately, "No!"

Malcolm approached him, "Because the person used this to keep Rara busy, and deliberately found a

way to trap her in the police station. If I didn't return in time, I am afraid you have already urged the clan

to select a candidate who can handle the matter of grandpa's coma, taking the opportunity to win their

support because you fear it'll be exposed, right? "

The sweat was sliding down Travis's jawline from his sideburns.

He insisted on shaking his head, "No!"

Malcolm sneered and took out a gun directly from his back and pressed it against his temple, "I guess.

That guy is Paul Hoare, right?"

Travis was dumbfounded.

The next second, he heard the sound of a bullet being loaded.

Malcolm's cold and hostile eyes truly implied his horrible killing intent.

Travis panicked, "I didn't! I really didn't do it! I don't know what's in that drip bottle, let alone why you're

looking for it in my room!"

Malcolm was totally unconvinced and tried to pull the trigger.

"You're still lying. Do you even know what is in this drip bottle!? An overdose can be life-threatening.

You're a beast. Grandpa loves you so much, but you want his life! You want the life of an old man! You

have no conscience!"

It was his first time that his head was against with a gun. Travis was so scared that his legs were weak

and his body was shaking, because he really felt a very strong killing intent from Malcolm.

"The drip bottle is really not my stuff. Grandpa is taking blood pressure medicine. I don't even need to

put any medicine. I just let him eat a few more grape and grapefruit. I don't need to do more than that!

How could I possibly want to harm his life! He's just in a coma. He'll be fine after two days of infusion!"

After his words of eagerness to prove his innocence, Malcolm smiled sarcastically, "So, it turns out you

deliberately persuaded grandpa to eat grapes and grapefruit while he is taking his blood pressure

medicine."

Travis froze and reacted what happened, gritting his teeth and glaring back, "Malcolm! You're trying to

get me to say it!"