The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 777 Have found his wife

The man was so scared that his calves were trembling and he shook his head very honestly.

Malcolm's eyes were darkened for a moment, and he heard the man say, "Our boss did not say

whether it is a hostage. He's quite good to that woman. Today, before leaving, he let me tie the woman

to the top of the mountain cave, and so I came down, only to find that they took advantage of the

opportunity to fleet."

"I'm just an errand boy. I don't know anything. I don't even know who that woman is, but I really don't

dare to lie to you ..."

In other words, there was indeed a female hostage tied up at the top of the mountain.

But why Frank left the hostage behind and ran away alone? He could not figure it out for the time

being.

Since there was indeed a hostage, he must go and find out what was going on. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Malcolm didn't talk to him, and poked the man in the head with the muzzle of his gun, "Keep going.

Lead the way."

"Yes, yes."

Near the top of the mountain, the tenth team of trained soldiers spread out in all directions, taking the

lead up the mountain and clearing any dangerous situations with possibilities.

The man led Malcolm to a tree, and Brad took the lead, opening the bark that covered the small hole in

the tree.

In the tree hole, a woman closed her eyes painfully tightly, looking very weak. Her mouth was sealed

with a tape, and her hands and feet were tied.

Her dusty face was clearly Lyra's bright features.

"Rara!"

Malcolm's pupils dilated, and the joy of losing and regaining his wife made him red-eyed for a moment,

and he personally went forward to carry her out and put her on the grass.

Gently tearing the tape off Lyra's mouth, Lyra's long eyelashes fluttered and she woke up, leaning

weakly on his shoulder and grabbing his cuffs.

"Honey, I've been waiting for you for a long time ..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, her voice was hoarse to the point that her original delicate voice

could not be heard at all.

Her eyes turned moist. Malcolm felt heart-ached and breathing was difficult, "I'm sorry. It's my fault. I

caused you to suffer."

Lyra's mouth moved, as if to reassure him not to blame himself, but fainted from exhaustion.

Malcolm's eyes were deep red. Clutching her palm, he wanted to pull Frank out immediately and cut

him to pieces.

However, he clutched Lyra's palm, but he vaguely felt something was wrong.

The diamond ring that was on Lyra's left ring finger was missing.

Over the years, he has given Lyra many rings. Lyra felt the engagement ruby ring was too extravagant

and ostentatious, so she always preferred to wear a red jade ring he bought.

She wore it for a few years. Because of the hormonal changes in her body after she gave birth, Lyra

gained a lot of weight and couldn't take the ring off her ring finger.

If she had to take it off, she had to cut the red jade, and Lyra didn't want to break such a beautiful jade,

so she kept it on.

Gradually, his reason returned. He calmed himself down and wanted to get close to his wife's, but

suddenly stopped.

Not only was the woman in her arms not wearing a ring, her fingers were thin, her ring finger was

smooth, and there were no ring marks.

He frowned deeply and slowly placed Lyra on the ground, examining her carefully.

The facial features were exquisite, the bridge of the nose was quite perfect, the her fair skin showed

her weakness.

This face, this woman.

She was his Rara.

But the ring finger marks didn't lie.

Even if Frank yanked Lyra's ring off her finger, it was unlikely that the skin on her finger will be

completely clean.

His eyes slowly moved down to Lyra's fingers, which were thin and fair.

They were beautiful, but extremely skinny.

It'd only been five days. Frank was torturing her, starving her?

Although he just suspected, he did not know why. He can't be close to this woman in front of her. There

was a feeling he can not describe, but he inexplicably wanted to alienate her.

"Boss, What's wrong?"

Brad noticed something was wrong with his face.

"Nothing."

Malcolm lowered his eyelids and quietly withdrew his hand. "You," he said, "Hug her to the armored

car. Back to the city to the hospital."

"Okay," Brad answered almost immediately, then reacted with horror, "Huh? I'll hug her?"

Was it sure he won't get hit by him?

"Uh-huh."

Malcolm, with a deep look, didn't explain much, got up and went down the mountain with his men to do

a final recon of Stogairrol County.

Feeling terrified, Brad had to take up the burden and pick up Lyra, who was on the ground, carefully

and carry her down the mountain.

...

After much ado, most of the team member returned to NIB, and Malcolm remained in the hospital.

The doctor just did a full workup on Lyra, and the results were obtained.

"Mr. White, the report shows that madam is fine. She's just frightened and probably starved a few more

days. She's a bit malnourished. I'll give her some nutritional infusion and prescribe some medicine to

calm her nerves. She'll be fine."

"Well, thank you."

When the doctor went out, Malcolm was sitting by the head of the bed, and his eyes were dark and

complicated.

A pair of hands tugged at his sleeve. Lyra woke up and called out to him in a husky voice, "Honey,

thank God you're here."

Malcolm came to his senses, patted the back of her hand to reassure her, and helped her tuck back her

hair in a very gentle manner.

"I'm glad you're okay."

Her eyes were fixated on him, and were about to stick to his handsome face.

Malcolm looked away and asked quietly, "What happened five days ago? Why did your car rush out of

the Irribo Tunnel?"

Lyra looked down, thought for a moment, then rubbed her forehead in pain. "I can't remember. I just

remember when the car fell down, I passed out, and I woke up tied up."

As if thinking of something, she was panic and clutched Malcolm's sleeve. "Honey, the person who tied

me up was Frank, the one who hurt Spencer last time."

Malcolm couldn't help but waver when he found she knew about the tainted milk. "I already know. Rara,

don't worry. I won't let you out of my sight again. I'll protect you. He won't have another chance to take

advantage of this."

Lyra nodded and smiled contentedly. "I'm not afraid of anything with you around."

She seemed to be more talkative than before.

But for her face, he can not see a problem at all.

But Lyra didn't have twin sisters. How could there be a woman who looked exactly like her?

The mood was complicated for a time. The woman on the hospital bed came to him and looked at him

eagerly. "Honey, can you hold me?"

Malcolm sat close to her, holding her head against his shoulder.

"Honey, I'm dirty. Will you dislike me?"

"No," he answered calmly.

Lyra was satisfied. Her hoarse voice was affectionate. "So... can I take a shower with you tonight?"

Her thin fingertips were restless across his shirt, and tickled his abs.

The implication was simply too obvious.

Malcolm frowned slightly, and was unprovoked.

The person in front of him was clearly his wife, but he was not aroused, but felt disgusted.

He held her wrist to stop her from becoming more and more insolent.

"You've been frightened. The doctor said you should rest well. Everything else will be dealt with later.

Be good."

Lyra pouted and didn't answer.

She was obviously a little upset at being rejected.

He was the director of NIB, good-looking, well-built, a man of such quality. Was he incompetent?

In the face of his wife who missed for five days, he can even endure.

When she thought indignantly, Malcolm had been watching every detail of her expression.

"Rara, you have no idea how devastated I've been these past few days. I haven't been able to eat well

or sleep well. I've been thinking about you every day for fear that you would forget me and the promise

we made to each other when we got married."

Lyra smiled. Her voice was hoarse but soft. "How could I forget? I love you the most."

Malcolm stared at her blankly and enunciated, "So, Rara, do you remember what you promised me?"