After all, Chad was coming, and Lyra did not want to undermine his prestige and face in front of others. She looked to the sofa next to her.
"Go sit."
Malcolm did not move at all. His head bowed in exasperation. His dark eyes were cold and stern as if he wanted to kill someone.
Lyra remembered his angina and patted his cheek to gently soothe him.
"Do as you're told. Go sit down, and maybe you'll be cleared in a minute."
Malcolm just subsided his tyrannical mood and sat down on the side sofa.
Fifteen minutes later.
Chad came in a hurry.
As soon as he entered the villa, he was frightened by a certain cold, heavy and appalling aura in the living room.
Seeing the cigarette on the table, he was clear enough about what happened.
His elaborate design was not in vain. His boss was caught red-handed so quickly.
Great job!
He stood across the table, and was somewhat happy.
Malcolm saw him and thought he had the audacity to laugh?
In front of Lyra, Malcolm suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice.
"Rara saw the cigarettes you put in the drawer. You help me explain to Rara. If you dare to say a false word, I will carry you to the interrogation room tomorrow with a lie detector and electroshock device!"
He was so mean!
This was not quite the same as the outcome he expected beforehand, ah?
Wasn't BOSS just looking forward to getting beaten up? Shouldn't he be happy?
Chad was too stunned to say a word.
Lyra wrinkled her brows and glared at Malcolm, "Why are you threatening him?"
"I, I didn't ..."
Malcolm's voice instantly became weak.
Lyra didn't intend to rebuke him, but just looked at Chad and asked in a flat tone, "Chad, answer me honestly. Did Malcolm smoke today?"
Chad froze and subconsciously glanced at Malcolm who was next to him .
Malcolm reminded him, "Electroshock ."
Chad was scared, "He didn't smoke! He asked me for a cigarette, and he just sniffed it and threw it away."
Lyra elegantly had her arms crossed, looking calm and glancing the two back and forth. It seemed that she was not quite convinced.
"Chad, don't be afraid. I'm here. As long as you are telling the truth, I guarantee Malcolm won't dare to touch you."
Feeling relieved to have Lyra's protection, Chad raised his right hand in a swearing gesture.
"Miss Lyra, I promise. Every word I say is absolutely true!"
"Great."
Lyra nodded as if she believed it.
Malcolm breathed a sigh of relief.
However, before Malcolm was completely relieved, he heard Lyra continue to ask, "The cigarettes in the drawer. What was that about?"
"He asked me to buy them for him this afternoon and said I could find a drawer to hide them all."
Lyra noticed the key word and narrowed her eyes, "Hide?"
Chad nodded, "He said you do a lot of things during the day and don't often rummage drawers. So, I should find a spare drawer to put them in. And they won't be discovered."
Lyra sneered and looked meaningfully at Malcolm who was next to her .
"Oh, so that's it. It won't be discovered by me."
Malcolm was so mad inside as if he was about to vomit blood.
Motherfucker! This fool!
The more Chad said, the more suspicious he became. He was almost declared guilty!
He glanced at Chad furiously and gritted his teeth gloomily, "I asked you to explain not to recount my previous words word for word! You came here to prove my innocence!!"
Chad understood it completely.
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