The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 226

Malcolm sighed, remembering what Fifteen had just said, and feeling incredibly guilty.

"Hurry up. I caused her to live so hard over the past six months. I always have to pay her back something so that I won't feel guilty."

Chad wanted to say something but couldn't.

He didn't owe Miss Lyra any more!

But Chad knew that his boss loved Lyra too much and wanted to please her in every possible way.

His love was too humble!

Chad really felt bad for his boss, yet there was nothing he can do about it.

...

Lyra was awake.

The first thing to do was to check her body if there were obvious hickeys.

On the small sofa, the quilt was neatly folded.

It seemed that Malcolm didn't take the opportunity to sleep her last night.

He actually was willing to give in and sleep on the sofa. It turned out that he was an abstained man the the rumor she heard was wrong.

She still remembered all those things that happened last night before she got so drunk that she was unconscious.

But last night, because of alcohol, she was not very sensible.

The Malcolm thing was so fishy. She needed to check it out again.

When she found out that the old Mr. White had invited her to breakfast, she declined. But when she remembered the things about Malcolm, she accepted it anyway.

At the dinning table, she took advantage of the interval when she was chattering with the old Mr. White and tentatively interjected.

"Rudolph, I heard Mr. Malcolm came back only six months ago? I saw him in person last night. He's quite handsome, but how come there are rumors that he is ugly?"

The old Mr. White did not change his face, "After he gains a foothold in Suham, too many celebrities want to pursue him. He doesn't like them, so he deliberately let people spread the rumor."

"I see." Lyra smiled and continued to ask, "So has he always looked like this now?"

"Or what?" the old Mr. White gave her a quizzical look, a very natural expression on his wrinkled face.

Lyra smiled even wider, "I just saw Mr. Malcolm. He's so handsome. I was wondering if there are photos of him before."

"There are really no photos. Malcolm the kid hates taking photos."

Hate taking photos?

This was quite similar to Melvin.

She was silent and continued to eat her breakfast.

Back in the car.

She thought again of what Sylvia had told her earlier at Peachpuff.

Sylvia said "He is also quite poor. He came back from the army in a mission six months ago. His whole body was covered with blood. And his wound was serious. I heard he vomited blood every day. My grandfather was frightened ..."

Melvin died six months ago, and Malcolm returned to the White Manor six months ago, scarred and bruised.

Could there be any connection between the two?

To answer her questions, she made a phone call to Sylvia.

"I'm so flattered. You took the initiative to call me!"

Lyra asked with a sullen look, "Sylvia, the main reason I called you today is to ask about Malcolm."

"Wow!"

Her tone was meaningful, "I understand, Lyra. What do you want to know? I'll tell you everything!"

"Six months ago, when exactly did Malcolm go back to the White family?"

Sylvia on the other end of the phone thought seriously, "It's been too long. I can't remember much."

"So, for Malcolm at present, do you feel different?"