The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 227 I'm beatable

The next day, White Corp.

Chad, being depressed, walked into the president's office. Yesterday, he had been Suham's major

horse ranches, finally found a whip that tamed wild horses especially, and placed it to Malcolm's desk.

"This horsewhip is very rough. Boss, be careful."

Malcolm thought about it and put his things away.

Chad was very uneasy and reminded him again, "Boss, if Miss Lyra really beat you tonight, don't just

endure it. You can pretend that you're wronged and shout in pain. And make some tears to let her feel

sorry for you."

Malcolm nodded and didn't say anything, still trying to figure out how to explain it in the evening.

Chad looked at him. Clearly, his boss was not taking his words to heart, which made him anxious!

But on second thought, if his boss was not afraid of being beaten, what was the use that he was

anxious and stomped?

Lyra went to the Angle Group during the day as usual to continue her preparations.

After a calm and busy day, Collin finished the research and finally sent to her via fax before the end of

the day.

Lyra printed it out and read it carefully, with an increasingly cold expression.

The information showed that Malcolm did go to Howheudor once a few months ago!

The White family had no business in Howheudor. She could not think of a better reason for him to

travel to Howheudor than to go to the plastic surgery hospital.

So, Malcolm was really lying to her last night?

As she was thinking about it, Fifteen suddenly knocked on the door, "Miss, Chad just came by and said

that Mr .Malcolm asks you for dinner at the villa after work. He cooks it himself. Will you go?"

"Yes."

Lyra replied with little hesitation.

Since it was not easy to check that, she would just go ahead and test Malcolm.

She cleared her desk, stuffed that information into her bag, grabbed her coat from the coat rack, and

glanced at Fifteen, "Off duty, now."

Fifteen froze. Seeing that she walked away, he hurried to follow.

When they got to the White Manor, Lyra couldn't remember the winding roads in the courtyard, so she

asked Charles to lead her.

When they arrived at the door of Malcolm's villa, Chad and a few of the villa's security guards were

already waiting at the door.

Seeing Lyra coming over, Chad respectfully bowed to her, "Miss Lyra, long time no see."

"Not long. The last time I came here, I saw you before I left."

Hmm...

Chad felt a little embarrassed and hurriedly changed the topic, "Mr. Malcolm is inside, please."

Lyra calmly withdrew her gaze and walked alone towards the villa.

Just taking two steps away, Chad added some words behind her, "There is an urgent mission for the

Bureau tonight. He has to leave the city immediately after dinner with you for the mission. It'll be a real

gunfight."

"What do you mean?"

Lyra gave him a puzzled stare.

Chad had resisted the urge to say something straight for several times before finally sighing , "It's

nothing. Please go inside."

Lyra was wondering, but seeing his reluctance to say more, she didn't give him a hard time.

She walked alone to the villa's door and was about to knock when she noticed the door was open.

She gently pushed open the door. A strong force suddenly sprang out from behind the door and

clutched her wrist to pull her whole body before she could see the situation inside.

A familiar and warm embrace held her tightly. It was so tight that the arms were trembling.

Lyra sensed that the other side was nervous.

"Mr. Malcolm, what are you doing?"

Malcolm wore only a thin silk white shirt. His thin lips pursed without speaking.

He gently let go of her, took a large step backward, and slowly knelt down with his back straight in front

of her.

She looked at the familiar action and understood instantly. Her eyes instantly turned red.

"Melvin."

It was not a question, but an affirmation.

"It's me."

Malcolm did not purposely lower his voice.

Noticing that there were tears shining in her eyes, he felt extremely heartbroken. His guilt was

overwhelmed and his eyes became red as well.

Lyra tilted her head, prevented herself from crying and replaced her expression with an icy and

sarcastic one.

"You lied to me? You're not dead, but you didn't come to me. And you deliberately made a sensational

note to me. Just to make fun of me? To see how I was fooled by you, how stupid I am that I couldn't

even see that you were acting!"

"No, Rara I ..."

"Shut up! You don't deserve to call me like that. Don't you like to call me Miss Lloyd?"

Malcolm's heart fluttered at her fierceness and he carefully held her small hand, "I'm sorry. Last night, it

was my fault. I backed out when I should have confessed. But I didn't lie to you when I wrote that note.

I can explain!"

"Do you think I'll believe your words now? Why did you choose tonight to confess? It's because you

found out I didn't believe your acting skills? And you were afraid that I'll find out first? You thought you

can't hide it anymore, so you were forced to confess, right?"

Malcolm was slightly stunned. Although it was not completely right, she really guessed a lot.

Lyra saw his expression and knew she had guessed correctly, and the sarcasm in her eyes increased.

"I don't care if you're Malcolm or Melvin. I hate it when people lie to me. Let alone when you lie to me

about my feelings by faking your death! It's really too much!"

Malcolm tilted his head, holding back his tears, "I didn't cheat on your feelings. Listen to me. I'll explain

to you, okay?"

"I don't want to hear it! Never want to see you again!"

She shook off his hand and turned her head to leave.

"Don't go, Rara!"

Malcolm took two knee steps and tried to hug her.

"Get out!"

She slapped him in the face. And the force was not very great.

Half of Malcolm's cheeks was slightly red.

But Lyra stopped in her tracks because she noticed that Malcolm was smiling even though he had

been beaten.

His dark eyes shone brightly and he said in a soft voice, "Is one slap enough to take the edge off your

anger? If not, you can continue to beat me. I'm thick-skinned, very resistant to beatings!"

Lyra looked at him coldly.

She seemed to see what tricks he was playing, and her expression was really aloof.

Malcolm continued, "But don't beat with your hands. It'll hurt. Beat with this whip. You can whip me until

it works off your anger."

As he spoke, he took the whip from the back of his waist and handed it to her with both hands in an Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

ingratiating manner.

Lyra didn't take it and didn't say anything.

Malcolm then took it into her hands and stuffed the handle of the while into her palm.

Then he straightened his back, tilted his head and looked at her with expectation. He was waiting

obediently to be beaten.

In front of her, he put his posture and dignity to the lowest level.

But the more Lyra looked at it, the more furious she became. She glanced at the whip in her hands and

suddenly remembered Chad's words when she came in. And only now did she understand what Chad

meant.

It was clear that he would leave for a mission later, but he also deliberately offered a humble apology to

her.

Oh, he was not professional enough. He pretended to be nice and was afraid of pain at the same time.

What was more, he let Chad remind her, so that she would not beat him too hard. It was a two-man

act?

If she didn't beat him badly, she would really destroy all of his preparations!