The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 303 Malcolm is suspicious and wants to investigate Lyra

Lyra was panic, with her eyelashes keep fluttering, "Maybe the caller ... dials a wrong number.

Regardless of it, let's take the medicine first."

"Wrong number?"

Malcolm noticed her panic and suspicion grew inside.

The phone was still ringing.

If she didn't answer, it kept ringing.

Malcolm lowered his face and got up to go get her phone, "I'll get it for you then."

"No need!"

Lyra pressed his hand hard.

Malcolm was even more surprised that the reaction was so violent?

Lyra also realized that she had overreacted and hastily pulled him to sit down, "I remembered. It should

be the cooperation partner's number. I forgot to save it."

He was suspicious: "It's already 9:30 p.m. What cooperation partner would call this late to talk about

business?"

"I don't know why... that I'll pick up and ask."

Lyra put down the glass of water, slowed her thudding heart, and answered the phone while turning the

volume of the receiver down to minimum.

"Hello, what is it?"

Anthony on the other side of the phone froze and understood almost instantly, "Lyra, Malcolm is next to

you? Did I call at a bad time and disturb your sex?"

Lyra took a deep breath, looked at Malcolm who was staring at her intently, and got up to walk to the

balcony before she made her tone cold, "Get to the point."

"Okay, down to business."

Anthony smiled and said in a serious way, "Tonight before eleven o'clock, you come to the abandoned

chemical plant in the eastern suburbs. You can bring bodyguards, but remember, only you can enter

302 room in the fifth floor alone!"

Lyra didn't answer right away, but glanced back at the bedroom.

Malcolm was sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to her motionlessly. No on knew what he was

thinking, but he seemed not to pay attention to her side.

She covered the receiver and lightened her voice, "Not now, tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

Anthony was not happy, and said with the cold voice, "Do you know how much effort I took to get this

medicine? If you miss tonight, you will never have this opportunity. Even if you want to send me back to

High-order Prison, I can not get this medicine out!"

From his tone, it did not sound like he was lying.

Lyra pondered for a moment, "Okay, I get it."

Hanging up the phone, she hesitated and walked over to Malcolm.

"Mel, I have some urgent business. I have to go out. I may come back very late ... you can rest early.

Don't wait for me."

Malcolm looked cold and grabbed her hand, "It's cold outside and it's late at night. It's not safe for you

to go out. I'll accompany you."

"You forget I can do jiu-jitsu. Not anyone can get close to me. You are the only one who should not go

out at night. Don't worry. I will be back soon."

She cupped his face and leaned down to give him a kiss on the forehead.

"Promise me you'll be good. Take your medicine and go to bed early."

"Good."

His grim face remained unchanged.

Lyra rewarded him with another kiss before turning to get her coat from the coat rack and put it on, and

was soon out the door.

Malcolm just stood on the balcony and watched.

Waiting for her figure to completely disappear by the courtyard wall, he turned back and walked to sit

by the bed. Then he turned his head to look at the bedside table and the box full of pills.

What was so important that she would leave the unfinished medicine and rush out so late at night? NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

And Lyra' expression was so unnatural tonight. She seemed to be...lying.

Just now he seemed to hear the voice from the phone. It was a man's voice ...

Suspicion drove him to call Chad.

"Find out exactly what Lyra has been up to lately. Where she's been and what she's been doing during

the day, and ..."

He pondered slightly, "She will probably drive the Maserati MC77 tonight. The license plate number is

CRA04551. Go to check the surveillance, and the direction of this car. Send people to follow."

Chad on the other side of the phone froze for a long time without answering, as if he had heard

something frightening.

"Chad?"

"Boss, I'm in...but did I hear you right? You want to check Miss Lyra?!"

Chad was muttering in his heart, "Boss, are you sure you want to check it? If Miss Lyra finds out, will

she think you don't trust her and will she be angry?"

Malcolm fell into silence.

Chad continued to add: "Miss Lyra is so shrewd, and you know it. The thing you check her can not be

hidden, between you ... it will therefore have a estrangement, right? Boss, you really want to do this?"

Malcolm hesitated.

He was not sure ...

Lyra had just said last time that no matter what happened, she hoped he would always believe in her

and her feelings for her!

He should have trusted her!

Although he thought this way, Lyra's all kinds of panicked movements tonight constantly replayed in

front of his eyes .

It all meant that she was lying. She had a secret. She was hiding something from him ...

"Boss?"

After struggling for a few minutes, Malcolm sighed, "Forget it. No need to check her. I trust her."

Hanging up the phone, his gaze returned to the pile of pills, and after taking them in a disciplined

manner, he went to the bathroom to wash up.

...

Late at night, a Maserati MC77 pulled up steadily in front of an abandoned chemical plant in the

suburbs.

Eleven helped Lyra open the door.

Lyra wrapped her coat tightly, turned back and ordered, "I'll go in by myself. You guys guard the door. If

there's anything unusual happens, pay attention to my movements."

"Yes."

Without further delay, she quickly stepped into the factory, went up to the fifth floor, and came to the

door of 302.

She was about to knock on the door when she glanced down the aisle and saw a dark and sneaky

figure walking towards her.

She immediately pulled out her gun and quickly aimed at the figure with the cold muzzle.

The black shadow felt threatened and stopped immediately. The it took off the black hat, removed the

mask and sunglasses, revealing Anthony's pair of blue eyes which were like fine gemstone.

"Lyra, it's me."

Lyra didn't put away her gun and asked bluntly, "Where's the medicine?"

Anthony was a little upset, "Lyra, is there nothing else to say but this? Why don't you care if I'm in some

kind of danger today? Did I get hurt or something?"

She didn't want to know because she was polite enough not to stab him for the sake that he might offer

her the medicine.

"Cut the crap. Give me the medicine!"

"Well, well, here you go. You're pretty heartless with me."

He taunted and smiled. Then he straightened up, unzipped the black zipper of his coat, took out a blue

freezer box in his arms, and handed it to her.

Lyra took it and opened it to check. Inside was a small thumb-width needle. The liquid in it was also

blue.

"What kind of medicine is this?"

"You're so smart. Why don't you check it out yourself?"

Lyra didn't say anything, closed the freezer box, turned around and was about to leave.

Anthony called out to her, "Lyra, when are you going to agree to my last two conditions?"

She narrowed her eyes and her tone was cold, "Wait until I finish checking the authenticity of your

medicine first. You's better make sure it's real. Otherwise ..."

The threat in her words was self-evident.

Anthony was not afraid of her checking. He just looked at her back, and reminded cautiously, "Lyra,

you'd better think fast. This medicine can only relieve. And I am the only one who know the medicine

that can cure Malcolm!"

If she thought about it too long and caused any problems later, it was not his fault!