The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 672 A Not Simple Note

"No, this person is very cunning. I designed to lead him out. I didn't expect that this was just his fake

identity. He arranged a fake to see me. In the end, all the people who died were substitutes."

For a moment, the two men were silent.

Except for the sound of the humidifier in the room, and the occasional whimper from Spencer, it was

exceptionally quiet.

"It turns out that you secretly issued a search warrant to catch him."

Anthony can only imagine how nervous the tit-for-tat situation was.

Malcolm snorted. His eyes looked fierce, and the powerful aura exuded from his body made people

shudder.

"Although he hasn't been caught, I already have a general impression of his appearance. Once the

arrest warrant is issued, his actions will be restricted and he will be caught sooner or later."

Anthony nodded.

As soon as he looked up, he caught sight of the red blood in Malcolm's eyes, thinking that he had not

slept well for this matter recently.

Raising his eyebrows, he said a word of concern, which was very rare, "Go and rest. Spencer has me

here."

Malcolm's thin lips curled evilly. He tutted, got up and left without saying anything.

In the drab and minimalist lounge of the hospital.

A slender figure was sitting on the bed with her back to the door. Her beautiful back was smooth and

attractive, and her skin was flawless.

The faint light dimmed her enchanting and beautiful figure.

Malcolm opened the door softly and saw this scene.

His throat was dry. He swallowed hard and walked over lightly.

Until he walked in that Malcolm saw the reddish scars on her back. And he was stunned.

At that time , Levi only said that she had taken the initiative to be tied in the basement, so as not to be

discovered by the enemy, and did not say too many details.

Looking at it now, he felt even more distressed.

Lyra stretched out her arms and took the ointment with the cotton swab to apply it on her back.

"Hiss…"

She frowned and looked slightly painful.

"Let me do it."

A pair of big hands took the things in her hands. He took the ointment and gently applied it to the scar

on her back. It was almost painless.

Lyra looked back and saw his eyes that were slightly red with distress in the dim yellow light, so she

said softly, "It doesn't hurt. I'm not so delicate. You all think I'm too fragile."

With her fingers, she stroked Malcolm's deeply wrinkled brows, smoothing them inch by inch.

Malcolm didn't answer and didn't argue either.

After a long time, he withdrew his hand and cleared his throat, "Okay."

After that, he kissed Lyra's forehead and whispered, "I'll go to the small bathroom to take a shower."

Lyra nodded.

The sound of the water in the bathroom was pattering.

Lyra lay on her side on the bed and had a dream without knowing it.

Late at night.

There was a feeling of coolness on her back. She moved to the side subconsciously, habitually hugged

her husband, but what she touched was cold.

After being confused for only a few seconds, her consciousness turned from hazy to clear.

Next to her was empty on the bed and there was no residual temperature.

Malcolm ...where did he go?

He was taking a shower before she went to bed. In the middle of the night, the room was dark, and

after she turned her eyes and gradually got used to the darkness, she saw a tall figure on a small

terrace.

"Honey?"

She called in a sleepy voice.

"Yes, what's wrong? You have a nightmare?"

Malcolm turned back. His voice was as soft as ever, but he didn't move.

Lyra immediately got out of bed, put on a thin blanket, stepped barefoot on the cold floor tiles of the

hospital, walked over gently, and asked softly, "It's cold at night. Why haven't you slept? Do you have

something on your mind?"

There was no answer.

Lyra had long noticed that since he had returned from the mountains, he had been absent-minded the

whole time. And it was night, and he didn't even come to rest.

"Are you thinking about what happened today?"

She walked up to Malcolm and wrapped themselves in a thin blanket. With her head tucked into his

broad chest, her had her arms wrapped around him.

The moonlight looked cold, shining on them like a layer of silver light.

Noticing that his face did not very good, Lyra couldn't help but ask, "Is it the arm injury? It is so painful

that you can't sleep? Is there something happening in Mulland Mountain that I don't know? Since we

returned, I don't feel right."

Malcolm wrapped his arms around her waist lightly, chuckling helplessly.

"In the end, I can't hide anything from you."

He told Lyra all his doubts, and opened his right hand with a note in the palm of his hand.

Lyra took it, turned on the lights on and read the note in Malcolm's hand. She frowned, "Is this what

that bodyguard head, Jude left behind?"

She read over and over again, obviously feeling Malcolm's whole body stiff and dignified. And the

fingers that were holding the note were trembling faintly.

As the most famous man in the military field, Malcolm had come to the border of Crana, fighting for

countless gun battles.

He had seen countless scenes of brutality.

But in the face of a note, he reacted so strongly?

Lyra sensed that the information in this note was unusual, stood on tiptoe, hugged his broad body

gently, and whispered softly close to his ear, "Is it in the past? Say it, I may be able to help you share

some..."

Malcolm buried his head in her soft and fragrant shoulders, took a long time to calm down, straightened

up, took a deep breath, and slowly told the past...

Lyra listened to the story quietly and analyzed rationally,

"It's really a pity that this person died. It's just... Since Frank is buried in the flames, there is absolutely

no chance of him to survive. How could he plan the poisoned formula case? Besides, even if he

survived by chance, he shouldn't hate you for doing such a thing to retaliate against the rich families."

Malcolm's eyes looked deep, and he had to think of old cases that had not been sorted out.

In that year, there was a murder case, and he and Frank were the most suspicious. In the end, the

punishment was ordered. Frank was punished and expelled from the military. He begged to get Frank's

punishment lightened and finally it was left with a record of the serious demerit.

But for some unknown reason, Frank developed animosity towards him and targeted him. Later, the

two gradually drifted apart until the fire broke out...

Now when he thought about it, could there be another secret behind this murder?

"Honey, is there another possibility that someone deliberately imitated this note, deliberately retaliated,

and took the opportunity to frame him and escape?"

Lyra thought the it was more likely.

"It's better if we investigate along this. We will definitely gain something. Frank is dead, and someone

still makes a fuss about him. This is really dirty."

Malcolm's eyes gradually dimmed.

It was not impossible to say that Frank did this.

After thinking for a long time, he explained slowly,

"He was cruel and vicious, and he never had a conscience, not to mention the grudge between us that

have not been settled. If he did not die and was still alive in the fire that year, he did have such a

motive."

Lyra was silent after hearing that. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

She knew that his comrade-in-arms had turned into an enemy and now that an arrest order had been

issued. Malcolm must have felt bad...