The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 810 If you want to kill me

Malcolm looked down, deep in thought.

He knew.

Frank went around in circles to make him panic, to make him afraid, to torture his mind.

The Stone family's tragic death may have nothing to do with his feud with Frank, but something else.

After figuring out the connection, Malcolm drove straight to the National Investigation Bureau, picked up

Brad, and prepared to interrogate Frank himself.

Frank was brought up again, still smiling strangely.

After seeing Malcolm, he scoffed, "How's it going, Malcolm? How does it feel to be lied to? Is it fun? Is

it fun?"

Malcolm wasn't in the mood for riddles. He just said coldly, "You did the Stone family thing."

This time, Frank did not refute, but readily acknowledged, "Yes, I did it. What is the problem?"

"What's your motive? You killed nearly 100 people in the Stones. You're out of your mind."

Malcolm's voice was low. Although he didn't have much in common with the Stone family and he

boasted that he wasn't a good person, it was cruel to think that all the innocent people in the family

were dead.

Frank did not care and shrugged, "Killing is killing. What motive? I never need motive to do things."

"Diego Stone knows things he shouldn't know, so I had to kill the whole family."

The lives of hundreds of people from Frank's mouth were like poultry, and there was no remorse on his

face.

Brad whispered into Malcolm's ear, "Boss, it's been verified that Diego Stone did receive a threatening

phone call just before the incident. We've been able to take the recording from the phone and

reconstruct the voice inside to confirm that the person who threatened Diego Stone was Frank."

"Malcolm."

The door to Frank's interrogation room opened and the officers of the bureau entered. Malcolm nodded

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One of them opened a notebook in his hand, "Mr. White, we captured one of Frank's men last night.

He's one of the people involved in the Stone family massacre. After interrogation, Frank is the

mastermind behind the Stone family incident. After DNA comparison at the scene, it's Frank's DNA."

"The prosecutor's office has already given the authority. All the evidence has been submitted to the

Bureau of Justice. After it reviews the case, the final penalty will be given."

Frank laughed hysterically, and his eyes were full of evilness. "What are you trying to do, Malcolm?

Aren't you very capable? If you have the ability, just order me to die."

As he said this, Frank struggled to get up from his chair.

Brad rushed over and held him it down, warning, "Frank, you're going to die. You better behave!"

"Malcolm, I'm gonna kill you. I'm gonna haunt you, and you're gonna pay for April! You should atone for

your sins! Do you know why your son is always sick? That's what you deserve. It all falls on your son.

S404 biochemical virus will kill him sooner or later!"

He knew about the S404 biochemical virus?

Clang!

Malcolm kicked the table in front of him. His eyes were bloodthirsty as he grabbed Frank's neck.

"Frank, don't curse my son."

The kids and Lyra were his limit, and no one can touch them.

"Boss, calm down."

Brad grabbed Malcolm, who was about to punch Frank, and shook his head. "Boss, you can't."

The other officers of NIB were still there. Malcolm may be the boss, but public threats to harm a

prisoner were punishable. Don't let Frank get to him.

As Malcolm's scarlet eyes met Frank's unflinching mockery, "What? You can arrest me, but you can't

decide whether I live or die? Aren't you the boss of NIB? Don't you have a gun in your hand? Kill me!

Come on!"

"Boss, don't fall for his trick."

Brad kept Malcolm from doing anything drastic.

Malcolm had never been impulsive, but Frank had been challenging his limit. Spencer's body had been

not good. This was a malady of Malcolm's heart.

Seeing this, the other two also dissuaded him, saying, "Mr. White, we'll take it from here. You'd better

go home and get some rest."

Frank harrumphed. "So What, Malcolm? It's useless if you can't protect your son. How will you react if

he turns into a little corpse one day?"

He laughed wildly and madly.

Ignoring what Frank had said, Malcolm walked out of the interrogation room with a cold face.

Brad was so close to Malcolm that he didn't even breathe.

A figure approached from a distance, and Brad, as if grasping a life-saving straw, quickly waved,

"Chad!"

Chad saw Malcolm who was disgruntled and waved to Brad to let him go.

The brothers went up to the roof, and the cool evening breeze blew away Malcolm's manic mood.

Chad sat down and patted the seat next to him. "Frank still won't talk?"

He didn't know what would make Malcolm so grumpy.

"Got a cigarette?"

Chad was shocked. He held onto his pocket nervously. "Bro, are you crazy? If Lyra finds out that you

are smoking again, not only will you die, but I will also die!"

At the White Mansion, Lyra was the boss.

Last time, Malcolm took away his cigarette case and smoked four cigarettes in a few hours. The entire

case was destroyed. Keira had already scolded Chad severely, so he didn't dare.

Malcolm sat next to him and said in a soft voice, "As usual, just smell it. This is between you and me. If

there's a third person who knows, Chad, you're on a mission to Climyard at the border."

Climyard!

It was a hellish existence, hot all the year round. This was the border of various countries, with

constantly fighting.

Even though White Corp had a business there, and it made a decent profit every year, and he could

have been the second Malcolm, Chad didn't want to leave his wife and his comfort zone. He still

wanted to be an honest deputy director of NIB in Suham.

"Bro, just this once, for the last time!"

Chad took the cigarette out of his arms and handed it to him.

Malcolm took it, nobly sniffing the tobacco.

Snap.

A faint light from the lighter illuminated Chad's face.

Chad lit one of his own, took a puff, and let out a smoke ring.

Malcolm stared at him gloomily. "Do you want to die? Dare to sit next to me and light a cigarette?"

Chad's face paled

Sitting too close, Chad's smoke would float over him.

Lyra had a nose for cigarettes.

Malcolm looked gloomy, took the cigarette out of his hand, threw it on the ground, and stomped it out

without mercy.

Then he got up and left.

"Keep an eye on Frank's trial and keep me posted."

Malcolm shook off his overcoat.

He had to clean up the little fumes before Lyra caught a whiff of them and made him take the blame.

"Yes."

Looking at Malcolm's disappearing figure, Chad couldn't help but sigh.

He hadn't had two puffs yet. This cigarette was very expensive!