The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 599 Chad is two-faced too?

In the evening, Lyra drove back to Lyre Spiti on her own.

Malcolm was not at the bureau and seemed to have gone back to the White Mansion. She did not want

to bother Malcolm to drive out to pick her up.

When she got home, Lyra was still walking in the garden when she saw that only the study was still lit

in the whole villa.

She entered and went straight to the study.

The door to the study was left open, and Malcolm was sitting behind his desk, staring intently at some

place, but he was in a trance. Obviously, he was thinking something.

His face was grim, as if something had gone wrong.

Lyra, who was puzzled, walked silently into the study and went around behind his chair.

Halfway through this, Malcolm didn't notice her come in at all and was really out of focus extraordinarily.

"Honey, what's wrong with you? Is something wrong?"

Her slender and good-looking fingertips gently squeezed his broad shoulders, massaging his shoulders

and neck.

Hearing her familiar voice and being touched by her fingers, Malcolm snapped back to attention.

He took Lyra's hand, which was squeezing his shoulder, kissed the back of her hand, and told the truth,

"Ryan hid Travis. When I went looking for him, he threatened me to let Travis go by saying that my

parents died for another reason."

Lyra frowned as well, "He really knows it? But if your parents really had an accident, wouldn't it be

better to ask grandpa directly?"

Malcolm sighed, and therein lied the problem.

He went to ask Rudolph today, and he insisted on shaking his head, claiming there was no hidden

agenda, exactly the same as he had been told since he was a child.

Even, under his several times of repeating, Rudolph got angry. If he annoyed him with such an old

incident again to recall his sad emotions, Malcolm needed to go to the hall and kneel down for

introspection.

Rudolph's reaction was too strong and too aggressive.

This just showed that it perhaps had a secret indeed, as Ryan said.

He pondered and told Lyra the whole thing without reservation, trusting her unconditionally.

Lyra listened to him and nodded, "Grandpa has always been steady and experienced. He actually use

the penalty kneeling to threaten you. Indeed it's a little overreacting. Perhaps he's sensitive to this for

years."

Both of them fell into silence at the same time because of this matter.

After a few moments of deliberating with each other, Lyra said, "So what are you going to do? Let

Travis go in exchange for the secret that Ryan has?"

Malcolm was also struggling with this matter.

He looked at the picture frame on his desk. There was a photo of his parents together when they were

young.

In his life, he had never experienced the love from his parents.

And now Ryan told him that there was another truth to the outcome that caused his parentless

childhood, and it was not an accidental car but man-made stuff.

He wanted to know the truth too much, but he didn't want to let Travis off the hook for it.

"Travis made a mistake this time. Not only did he harm grandpa, but also caused you to spend an

afternoon in police station because he colluded with Paul and implicated you. I'm not in a position to

forgive him, much less let Ryan take this bargaining chip and threaten me."

Lyra sighed, "You don't need to worry about me. I just stayed half a day in the police station. It's not a

big deal. It depends on how do you think Ryan's words?"

He turned back, "What do you think?"

"It's really hard to say. But since he uses it as a hole card and if it isn't for what happens to Travis this

time, he probably wouldn't have taken it out. From that perspective, it's still plausible."

Malcolm fell into deep contemplation, "I'll think about it again. I'll first try to recheck the old materials to

see if there are any clues. And then consider whether to agree to Ryan's term."

Since the solution had been determined, Lyra did not want to see him continue to worry because of this

matter. She took the initiative to walk around his chair and sat on his strong and powerful lap.

"Let's forget about it for the time being. We can talk about it tomorrow."

Malcolm subconsciously wrapped his arms around her waist but was surprised by her initiative for a

moment.

"Rara, you're extraordinarily different tonight."

Lyra inclined her head and smiled slightly. And her eyes looked seductive, "What is the difference?"

Malcolm was successfully distracted by her and got close to her.

He came close to Lyra's ear, and his voice was very tantalizing, "You're still beautiful. The difference is

you indeed take the initiative. You make me want to taste you."

"So ... we do it here tonight?" Lyra had nothing to be shy about and asked bluntly.

Malcolm welcomed it most, and kissed her soft lips decisively, "All at your service." From NôvelDrama.Org.

The original tense and gloomy atmosphere of the study was replaced by sweet one.

He lusted after the smell of her body and they spent a pleasant night.

...

After last night's strenuous sex, Lyra did not have another attack.

She cuddled up with Malcolm and slept until dawn.

In the early morning, although her back was sore, she felt refreshed.

"Honey..."

Malcolm was still asleep.

Lyra pinched his nose.

He was forced to awake, blinked his eyes in confusion, and looked tenderly at Lyra, "Did you sleep

well? It was a hard night last night."

Lyra moved over to kiss him, "I was sleeping well. Honey, we made it late last night and didn't go to the

lab for infusion. I'm surprised I didn't even have a seizure under these circumstances."

"Honey, do you think after strenuous sex, it caused a sense of exhaustion? Is it in the case of being too

exhausted so that it didn't have onset?"

Malcolm didn't know anything about medicine, "I'll ask Jimmy."

Lyra was instantly embarrassed.

"How can you ask him this? This is a private matter between you and I. How can we tell it to an

outsider?"

Malcolm didn't know what to say.

He remembered when he became reconciled with Lyra and she slept with him in the hospital, he

couldn't wait to show the hickeys on his body for the world to see.

Chad, Jimmy ... knew all about it.

Would Lyra blush, or even be ashamed if she had known he had told it others before?

Hmm...

It should make her very angry.

Noticing that he was lost in thought, Lyra flicked his forehead with her finger.

"What are you thinking? No telling Jimmy anything personal between us. You hear me? Whether the

attack has anything to do with sex or not, we can test it out a few times."

Malcolm nodded honestly, "Got it. I'm on your schedule."

The two got up, washed up together and ate their breakfast quickly.

Malcolm dropped Lyra off first at the Lloyd's Corp building before driving back to NIB.

Ryan was there last night. He grew up in a rich and powerful family. Spending one night at the bureau

was desperate for him and he had never been so humiliating before. Maybe he had lost his temper.

Malcolm was curious about his mental capacity when he was down and out, and was going to check it

out.

When he arrived at the bureau, he saw Chad first, who was grimacing and rubbing his arms.

He was about to go up and ask about his state when Ted came around the corner and put his arm

around Chad's shoulders. And the two walked forward.

Because of his restricted view, Ted didn't see Malcolm who was standing behind him, and asked Chad

teasingly, "Chad, oh no! In two days it will be time to call you Mr. Chad. What's wrong with you? Flabby,

got beaten up at home by your future wife?"

Chad was very strong-willed, "How dare she beat me up? I was fixed by my Mr. Malcolm yesterday

morning."

Ted had to re-examine his condition, "You're actually sore this way. Is this physical training?"

Chad nodded bitterly, "Two hundred and forty-nine push-ups, plus two hundred and forty-nine minutes

of handstands against the wall."

Ted was stunned, "Push-ups are fine, but this handstand ... is too difficult! How can you possibly hold

up? Mr. Malcolm really tortured you like this? Is this a mandatory course to be a deputy director?"

Malcolm followed them behind, and for the first time, he heard Chad and Ted secretly talking about him

behind his back.

He was silent and a little curious. Chad was usually loyal, honest and competent in front of him.

How did he think of him as a boss in private?

Will he be two-faced and overtly agree but covertly oppose him?