The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 238

Lyra's face turned pale with fear when she heard Collin's roar.

It was screwed! She should have controlled herself!

This was going to screw up!

Malcolm did not say a word. His posture was upright and proud. He was not afraid at all, and there was a few unrepentant arrogance.

He looked like this, and in Collin's eyes it was provocative.

Collin was furious and made a move to pull the trigger.

"No, no, no! Collin, you're mistaken! It was me, I I...I slept with him!"

Lyra shivered her lips in embarrassment.

Malcolm's life was more important than her, of course!

Collin: "?"

"If you don't believe me, you can look at his neck. It was me...who didn't hold back ..."

The more she said, the smaller her voice became, covering her cheeks in shame with hands. Her whole face and neck were burning hot.

Collin, full of suspicion, with gun still in hand, slowly approached Malcolm.

Malcolm didn't move, letting him lift the woolen scarf.

The deep red hickeys all over his neck froze Collin in his tracks.

His sister was too brave.

The air was instantly quiet and the atmosphere was a bit eerie.

Lyra covered her face tightly. The atmosphere was so awkward that she wanted to leave immediately.

Now, not only did Chad and Collin know about her affair in the hospital, but even her sister-in-law knew about it!

Ahhhhh! She felt extremely embarrassed!

She was frantic inside when her right ear was suddenly twisted viciously by a pair of large hands.

The force was so heavy that she felt her brother wanted to rip her ears off.

"Hiss! It hurts! Collin, we're in outside!" Mel and Chad are both still looking at the, "You can at least save me some face ..."

Collin's lungs were about to explode, "Well done Lyra. You did me proud.

"No need for praise. I'm modest!" if he was able to punch her lightly.

"Heh, and you dare to joke about it?"

Collin's eyes were tinged with danger, and his big hands let go of her ears and turned to hold her by the back of the neck.

"Go home! Now take the last three minutes of silence tribute for yourself!"

Lyra covered her face. She wanted to cry but had no tears.

Collin was so angry. She had to be beaten up when she went home, right?

Collin was full of cold air, turned around and headed for the car, carrying her wrist but was clutched from behind.

Malcolm narrowed his dark eyes, which was cold, "Mr. Collin, Rara is an adult. She has the right to choose what she wants to do. And she is my fiancée. There is nothing wrong with what she does."

"I discipline my sister. No need for outsiders to interfere!"

Collin stared at him, coldly sarcastic, "I heard the White family's rules are strict, but I didn't expect to raise such a scum who doesn't know how to behave himself. Don't think that because she protects you, so I don't know you are luring her! I'll beat her first, and then I'll kill you!"

The two men looked at each other, as if there would a war.

Collin turned his head to leave, but Malcolm clutched his wrist tightly, not giving in.

Collin became furious and let go of Lyra and quickly pushed Malcolm with his hand.

Malcolm didn't fight back and was hit just on the chest.

Malcolm grunted and stumbled back several steps. His face was pale and his chest was in severe pain. Collin's slap had also touched his gunshot wound.

A blood sweetness came up. He tried to swallow back, but could not hold back. The crimson blood drowned out along his lips.