The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 670 I will eventually lose

"I'm all hurt. Please spare me."

Malcolm begged for mercy in a soft voice. He did not disdain for the dirt on her body, and hugged her

slender body into his arms fiercely.

He can't wait to make her embed into his body and they would never be separated for a lifetime.

Being able to hug her warm body and listen to her heartbeat, Malcolm gradually calmed down.

Lyra sighed, wrapping her arms around his waist, and sucking in the reassuring smell of him.

On the ground, Frank barked like a pig to be slaughtered, and Levi struggled to tie Frank up.

He looked up at the two who were hugging tightly in the distance. He really couldn't bear to spoil the

atmosphere, but he had to remind, "Mr. Malcolm ..."

Malcolm released Lyra , took her hand and walked over. The moment he saw Frank, his eyes were

sharp.

He squatted down, took out his gun, put it on the man's chin, and said coldly, "Using the poisonous

formula to deliberately harm the babies of wealthy and noble families, what is your purpose?"

Frank kept his mouth shut, and after a long while, his eyes suddenly became straight, and his eyes

gradually became slack.

"No!" Levi hurriedly opened his mouth with his hands to examine, "He just screamed like killing a pig.

He has already taken poison. Do you want me to send him to the hospital immediately for emergency

treatment?"

Malcolm shook his head, "Look at him. It's a highly poisonous. Gangster's usual trick. He's senior and

holds secrets. He can't be saved."

The bodyguards not far away were all under control, but they were all outsiders, so they barely knew

nothing.

Malcolm glanced over the faces of those people one by one, found clues, and asked in a deep voice,

"What about the head of the bodyguards who comes to talk about things every time? Why don't I see

him?"

Lennie suddenly realized what he meant, "Jude? In the house, there was a fight just now. He wanted to NôvelDrama.Org content.

resist, but was knocked out by my people and detained."

Malcolm strode into the room, and turned over the bodyguard in black suit who was dazed on the

ground.

Taking off his sunglasses, Malcolm checked him carefully for a long time, and his tone became solemn,

"This person is not Jude."

Lennie was startled but was not quite convinced, "How is it possible? Mr. Malcolm, he is just a

bodyguard. Why don't you let the news out that Frank Griffiths is still alive, and then grab a few useful

people to inquire more?"

Malcolm shook his head, feeling something was wrong.

According to the investigation data that Brad handed over last night, the head of the bodyguard was

Frank's best subordinate and had a high status.

His whereabouts was erratic. He was often coming and going without a trace.

He rummaged through the corpse, which was obviously a double, and looked at Frank, who was dead

outside the house. The doubts in his heart became bigger and bigger.

Intuition told him that there must be something strange in this.

Even his bodyguard was replaced, but that Frank died so easily?

Judging from the performance just now, Frank Griffiths' was quite different with rumored ruthless

image, but the head of the bodyguard was more like that.

Malcolm rummaged through the dead man's pocket and found something angular, a neatly folded

square of paper.

Just as he was about to take it out, he frowned, suddenly raised his head, and told Lennie, "Mr. Price,

you and Frank Griffiths are both gangsters. You know the rules better, and it's easier to do things

together. Since there's nothing to find here, why don't you help my subordinates?"

Lennie dared not disobey Malcolm's orders. He had to act carefully when he saw anyone of NIB, not to

mention Malcolm himself. So, he had to obey.

Lennie hurriedly nodded and agreed, "I'll go right now!" He was fearful of being blamed for acting

slowly.

The room was quiet again.

Lennie left. Malcolm took out the square, opened it, and saw a note.

The paper was clean and neatly folded, which was in stark contrast to the messy scene. It was

obviously well prepared.

[Eye for an eye; tooth for a tooth.

Your methods are as bizarre as always, but this time you will be defeated by me.

- Frank]

Frank, alias Mr. Griffiths.

A familiar yet sinister face suddenly appeared in Malcolm's mind.

Malcolm looked at the familiar notes on the paper, as well as the familiar name. His thoughts drifted

away, and the memories were awakened...

At that time, he and Frank were among the top figures in the army, and they belonged to different war

zones.

Taking the opportunity of the cooperative exercise, Frank declared that he did not believe that he was

worthy of the prestigious title of King of the Army, so he wanted to have a competition with Malcolm.

Malcolm agreed readily, and the two competed one by one in terms of skill, knowledge, and team-

fighting. Unfortunately, the final result was that Malcolm was slightly better.

Frank had always been arrogant and domineering. He prided himself on being outstanding. Of course,

he refused to admit defeat, so he continued to challenge Malcolm.

The two gradually became acquainted with each other in the duel, and later fought side by side,

becoming comrades-in-arms, which became a story passed on with approval.

But...

Later, the fire in Holias dyed the memory red.

The foreign rebels hid among the people, and they rioted recklessly, causing a bloody storm. He and

Frank fought separately, but soon after they heard a bad news - Frank's battlefield was on fire.

He rushed to the front line at full speed, but all that was left was a patch of ash and a fire that he could

not approach.

Later, Frank's name was never mentioned again, and there was only a sigh.

Judging from this familiar note, the memory...

Malcolm was sure, almost instantly, that it was him.

"Honey, did you find anything?"

Lyra walked into the room, with the faint smell of disinfectant wafting in.

Just after the accompanying doctor arrived, she briefly combed with the cleaning tools. At this time, her

face was soft and bright. After changing into clean clothes, she had returned to her usual moving

appearance.

"Lennie's people searched the body one by one outside, and they turned Frank's body out of the way.

It's enough..."

She said, frowning and thinking of the corpses. And she couldn't help retching.

Malcolm clenched his right hand into a fist, and the moment he noticed her footsteps, he had already

hidden the note.

He stood up slowly, walked over and stroked her cheek. Then he took her hand again, stepped out of

the wooden house, took a deep breath and asked the police officer next to him, "Where are Ted and

Brad? Haven't finished yet? Ask them to come and see me."

The open space was full of comatose wounded. Some of them needed to be dealt with on the spot.

They had already been searched thoroughly. At first glance, it was the masterpiece of Lennie's group.

Lennie saw him and hurried over to ask for credit, with a serious expression.

"Mr. Malcolm, my subordinates and I have done our best. Frank's people are very cunning, and they

don't leave any useful information on them. I think even if we go to their den, it's just the dame. Their

boss has dies and they run away."

Brad also came to report the search results,

"Boss, all the people who are ambushed on the mountain have been found. There are 130 people in

total. They have been sent back to the bureau to be detained. In addition, 5 hidden senior killers have

been found. They are seriously injured while escaping, but their lives are not in danger. What do you

think?"

Malcolm nodded, "Good job. I'll leave this to you. Go back and continue the investigation. In addition,

do all you can to search the escapees on the list. What about Ted?"