Just kneel for 30 minutes?
Malcolm let out a long breath.
The other day he made Lyra so angry. According to her previous treatment, he thought she would make him kneel all night, or at least four or five hours.
Compared to before, Lyra had been super gentle today.
It seemed Lyra will now still heart him.
He felt more comfortable in his heart and reluctantly left his head on Lyra's legs, straightening his back in a disciplined manner.
With the standard posture, the full weight of his body pressed on a pair of knees. It was increasingly painful. He kept adjusting his breathing, and now and then closed his eyes to count the time.
Lyra saw that he was not making a scene, turned on her phone, and got back to Melissa's business.
Kellie had sent her several messages in a row, and she had just been so focused on setting up rules for Malcolm that she had forgotten to check her phone.
At this moment, Kellie asked at her to look at the hot search.
The news of Melissa's suicide was not suppressed. The video was shot by passersby and uploaded online. And the news still made it to the top of the search. Angle Group's publicist had tried his best to reduce the heat, but the topic was too heated and always stayed in the top 10.
She was deliberating on a solution when Darkbell sent her a number of high resolution photos.
It was about Corey and Gloria's hand-holding and kissing, and the two in the hotel by the built-in camera installed in the room.
Lyra's lips curled up in a smile. These photos came at the right time!
She called Kellie, "Send out notices in the name of the Angle Group that Melissa is the victim. Publish the truth that Melissa was previously in a relationship with Corey. She was heartbroken and chose to suicide."
"Also, I have photos here. Mosaic the woman, but make it visible that it's not Melissa. Send it to the press and media and tell them to hurry up and write essays."
Hanging up the phone, she chose a powerful but not particularly revealing HD one and sent it to Kellie.
Ten minutes later, the hot search quickly went through a round of change, and the phrase [Corey's cheating led to Melissa's heartbreaking suicide] quickly went to the top of the hot search.
Cloudfield Entertainment, where Corey was signed with, immediately issued a statement denying that Corey had a relationship with Melissa, not to mention cheating, and also put out a letter from their lawyer, saying they would sue the rumor mongers.
Lyra read through the official message and edited a small essay to upload in her own account.
[Some people think they hide it strictly, can let all people do not know he did a heartless thing. If he does not admit it, it doesn't matter. Evidence will be present one by one!.
If some people have any conscience, please apologize sincerely to the victim artists of our company and admit all your evil deeds. Otherwise, you will be responsible for the consequences!]
Not long after this message was sent, Lyra received a call from Corey's agent.
The agent: "Ms. Lloyd, do you really have the evidence?"
Lyra's voice was cold, "What would happen if the two dozen of high-definition photos that would appear on a loop on the big screen in the Plaza tomorrow?"
"Don't! You must not! What our boss means is that you have just entered the Suham market and are unstable, so let's each take a step back and make an offer on how much you want."
Lyra listened and laughed, "My price, you can't afford. In fact, my purpose is very simple. I only target Corey. Apologize, admit all mistakes, withdraw from the entertainment industry, none of them can be less."
"This ..."
"You can't make the decision on this. Ask your boss if he should give up Corey or the whole company. Let him choose himself! Tomorrow at the latest, I want to see the result. Otherwise tomorrow the hot search will be about Cloudfield Entertainment's negative news."
After hanging up the phone, Lyra sent a message to Kellie again, [Butterfly Girls' recent group activities are suspended. Except for Melissa and Gloria, the other members' activities continue. Keep an eye on Gloria. I'll come back to fix her when I'm free].
She was concentrating on typing when her sleeve was suddenly gently tugged by the man at her feet.
Malcolm's breathing was a little heavy. His forehead was drenched in cold sweat, and his knees were numb from the pain, so he survived the torturous half hour or so.
In his own way, he was silently reminding Lyra.
It was the time!
Lyra was typing and ignored him.
He was so helpless and he could only weakly call out to her, "Rara ..."
"Hmm."
Lyra did not even raise her head and casually responded. Obviously she did not focus on his side at all.
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