The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 608 He's the only one who can bargain for condition

Malcolm narrowed his eyes sharply, thought for a while, but did not speak.

The police officer looked up at him uncertainly, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Malcolm, am I bringing

Mr. Ryan to your office, or are you going to see him in the single room?"

Malcolm didn't answer this question, but said, "I see, go out and do your job."

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The policeman was stunned. What was his answer? Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

He didn't directly agree it so it should mean that he didn't see him, right?

"Okay."

After the police officer left, Malcolm refocused on the document that Chad brought.

Regarding the old news from more than 20 years ago, there was only a black and white news picture,

which was a photo of the scene of the car accident.

The luxury car was crushed and caught on fire, and even the expensive car with a high safety factor

suffered serious damage, which showed how tragic the people in the car were at the time.

But there was only one car of the victim in the news. What about the other car driven by the culprit?

Was it a truck, a bus, or a small car?

It was impossible for a car of an ordinary brand to cause such a big car accident damage to the luxury

car that parents were riding in.

Was it possible that the other party was also a luxury car?

Was the attacker an influential figure in Crana?

But these were just his conjectures, without any evidence to prove it.

Ryan asked to see him, and he would go, but he had to let Ryan wait for him to get rid of his cocky

attitude.

*

Ryan was in the single room.

He grasped the railing and looked around, waiting for Malcolm to come over.

However, only the police officer who helped to inform came back, and there was no Malcolm.

Ryan was stunned for a while, then grabbed the policeman's arm, "Where's Malcolm? Where is he?"

"He is not free. There are a lot of things at hand, and he didn't say that he wants to see you."

Ryan was stunned, frowning in disbelief, "How could he not come? Doesn't he want to know the truth?"

The policeman calmly pushed his hand away, "If he wants to know something, he will go to investigate

himself."

With the sound of footsteps gradually fading, the policeman left the corridor.

Ryan sat on the ground by the wall with a solemn expression.

Malcolm had already found clues, so there was no need to negotiate with him about this condition?

This idea was destroyed by Ryan in just one minute in his mind.

He took a deep and steady breath, "Impossible, absolutely impossible. The old man will not leak this

matter. There is no investigation into what happened more than 20 years ago. Malcolm can only

choose to negotiate with me."

This idea was very firm in his heart. Ryan calmly lit a cigarette and quietly waited for Malcolm to come

to him.

If no evidence was found, it was impossible for Malcolm not to come to discuss the condition and it was

just a matter of time.

Both sides were pondering each other's mind.

After an hour.

The door to the small single room was opened.

Hearing the movement, Ryan, who sat by the wall, didn't look up at all and didn't need to confirm to

know who was coming.

"Malcolm, you are finally here. I thought you were not interested in the death of your parents so soon."

Malcolm was wearing a dark green military uniform, which looked solemn and upright.

With his hands in the trouser pockets, he looked extremely aloof. He slowly stepped into the room and

brought over his cold aura together with him.

The police officer brought a chair and placed it in front of Ryan, ten paces away.

Malcolm pursed his thin lips coldly, raised his feet and sat on the chair, without saying a word.

The policeman closed the door and instructed the remaining policemen to walk farther away, not

allowing anyone to eavesdrop on the conversation between Malcolm and Ryan.

Ryan sat up straight. With his back upright, he saw Malcolm finally appearing in this room, and was

instantly emboldened and blew a smoke ring in Malcolm's direction.

It seemed to be an invisible provocation.

Malcolm's face was very cold, and he said coldly,"Immediately quench the cigarette."

"Why? I didn't commit any serious crime and was locked in. Which rule stipulates that I can't smoke

one?"

Malcolm: "My wife doesn't allow me to smell like cigarettes, so..."

This was not a negotiation but an order.

Ryan sneered, "Okay, you're henpecked. How can I not obey the orders of the person in power?"

He put the cigarette butt on the ground, extinguished the spark, and threw it aside.

"Are you satisfied now?"

Malcolm had a very strong aura. He looked down at Ryan by the wall from a distance, and went

straight to the them, "Travis was caught by me."

Ryan's expression changed instantly, and his voice became a little higher, "What happened to him?

Have you sent him to the high-order prison?"

"He is currently being held in the detention room here, just like you." Malcolm's tone was calm and did

not fluctuate.

The detention room was for suspects or prisoners who had committed minor crimes and were detained

for a maximum of 14 days.

Usually it was seven days.

Ryan, who knew this, heaved a sigh of relief.

But before he could completely relax, he heard Malcolm continue,"But Travis is not treated as well as

you. He is locked up with a group of gangsters. And there are recent robbery suspects and theft

suspects in it. Life is definitely not as comfortable as you have."

"Malcolm!"

Ryan gritted his teeth, "If something happens to Travis, you will never know the truth about your

parents! I will take this incident to the grave, and you are an unfilial son. You have the opportunity to

find out the truth for your parents, but choose to be confused and not seek justice for them."

Malcolm blinked slightly and gradually there was anger brewing in his eyes.

He touched the watch on his left hand, and instead of getting angry, he continued to say, "You should

thank me. I just locked him up and did nothing to him, but if you don't tell the truth, I can't guarantee

others don't do anything to him. You clearly have the opportunity to tell the truth, but because you are

resisted to the end, you are the one who force Travis to death."

This meant that not only did he disagree with the request of freeing Travis, but he also used Travis to

threaten him in turn.

Ryan narrowed his eyes, grinding his back molars, "Malcolm, you are so sinister."

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he snorted, "Only you're allowed to negotiate terms with me? It

becomes sinister for me to negotiate terms with you? What's the point?"

The anger in Ryan's chest was surging. If his eyes could kill people, Malcolm, who was in front of him

would have been burned to ashes by his anger.

But Ryan, who had lived for many years, quickly regained his composure.

"I don't believe that you dare to kill Travis. After all, you promised the old man that he would be saved.

If you do it, even if it's indirect, you'll still be wrong to the old man."

Malcolm looked lazy, and didn't take his words seriously.

"So what? If Travis is really dead, grandpa has only me as the eldest grandson. Even if grandpa is

angry with me, it will only be temporary. I am his only grandson after all."

Ryan didn't speak at all.

Malcolm: "Actually, you are very clear. I am sending someone to investigate. I have seen the clues in

the information handed to me today. It is only a matter of time before I find the truth, but I am too busy.

The NIB and my family and children need me to take care, so I hope this can be handled a little easier."

Ryan stared at him with a gloomy face, but still didn't speak.

Malcolm continued, "Now you only have two choices. Tell me the truth. I will release Travis from the

prison. According to the previous agreement, he will be given 30 whips, and he will be sent to the

prison to serve five years of imprisonment. This is the end of the matter."

"Or, let Travis be bullied by the people in the same cell. Don't worry. If he is tortured to death, I will help

him find the murderer, punish him severely, and give him a glorious funeral. So you can enjoy the

extreme happiness of losing your beloved son.”

He spoke in a cold tone, which was extremely ruthless.

He was the ruthless and cruel boss of NIB.

There was no room for others to be arrogant.

Ryan was so angry that his teeth were almost crushed, and he emphasized word by word, "Malcolm!

White!"

Malcolm sneered and got up, straightened the collar of his military uniform, turned around and left

without looking back.

Angrily, he said to Ryan, "Ryan, I only give you two days to think about it. After all, with Travis's

physical fitness, he can last for so long at most."