Lyra was full of doubts.
While she was lost in thought, the old Mr. White was still saying, "... Malcolm the boy is really taken with you, but Lyra you've been back for a few days. Have you two met? What was your first impression of him?"
"No yet, Rudolph."
Lyra took advantage of the situation, "I've been asking someone to ask Mr. Malcolm to meet me for the past few days, but he seems to be intentionally avoiding me, so I haven't seen him."
The old Mr. White's expression grew grave, "I can't believe this is happening!"
He beckoned Charles, his butler, and ordered in a deep voice, "Get Malcolm over here.
"Yes."
Lyra was smiling and chatting with the old Mr. White.
Ten minutes later, Charles came in.
"Master, he doesn't come tonight. He said he went on a mission."
"Which mission in the past two days is so urgent? It's worth him leaving his fiancée's welcoming party behind? This brat!"
The old Mr. White stomped with the cane. With Lyra here, he can not scold him too much but reassured her, "Lyra, don't worry. I'll force him to get here."
Lyra didn't retort but smiled, "It's all up to you."
The old Mr. White looked at her lovingly and turned his head to look at Charles when his expression instantly turned sullen.
"Tell Malcolm if he doesn't show up on time today, he'll kneel for three days and three nights! Until his legs are broken!"
Charles went out again.
Ten minutes later, he came back again with a depressed expression.
"H said he knew it. When he returns from his mission in the evening, he'll go to the ... hall to receive his punishment."
The old Mr. White was angry!
He would rather be punished than come to his fiancée's party. He was determined to go against his grandpa!
In front of Lyra, he could only try again, "He's not afraid to be punished, right? Fine, you go tell him again, if he dares not come, a hundred times of whipping!"
Charles changed his face instantly.
"A hundred times? Are you serious?"
The old Mr. White stomped and looked away, grunting without answering.
Charles did not dare to pass on this order, "You know Malcolm is stubborn. If he is determined not to come, he will really go to the hall to receive the whip! If he really goes there, do I whip him or not? If I really do it, it will take his life!"
The old Mr. White followed and turned pale, bowing his head into silence.
Lyra looked the two men's expressions back and forth.
It sounded like the White family's whip thing was not simple.
A hundred times of whipping would kill a man like Malcolm, who came out of the army and was strong and fit?
The old Mr. White's words had already been spoken.
In front of Lyra, if he said he did not punish Malcolm, he would be embarrassed, but if he really whipped Malcolm, he could not do so.
The atmosphere in the room was anxious.
Lyra knew that the old Mr. White was waiting for her to speak.
She smiled warmly and her voice was soft: "Rudolph, this whip sounds so powerful as Charles said. It's just a party and the mission is the main thing. If Malcolm doesn't come, it's not a big deal. You should not punish him."
The old Mr. White patted her hand gratefully and sighed repeatedly, "What a good and generous child. I'm sorry to make you feel bad."
"It's okay, Rudolph."
The more generous she acted, the more the old Mr. White's heart was overwhelmed.
"Lyra, don't worry. Even if he doesn't come tonight, I'll find a way to get you to meet with him! Let him apologize to you in person!"
...
The party was underway.
As soon as Lyra appeared on stage, she attracted the attention of the audience and became the center of discussion.
With that custom-made dress with her elegant and exquisite makeup, she was so beautiful beyond comparison.
And this night's party was supposed to exist because of her.
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