The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 279

"Stop!"

Lyra called a halt and stepped forward, "Say it! What's the cure?"

The bodyguards immediately let go of Anthony and took two steps back.

"Lyra, do you really want to know?"

He licked his teeth and smiled wickedly, "I can tell you, but I still have the same three conditions as before. As long as you nod your head, Malcolm will be saved."

Lyra's eyebrows tightened and she gritted her teeth, "Anthony, you're shameless."

"You're overpraising me. Think again about my conditions. Besides, I'm no worse than Malcolm. If you stay with me, I'll make you the happiest woman in the whole world."

She laughed, "He is now the richest man in Suham, the president of White Corp, the head of White family and the boss of National Investigation Bureau. Besides, he's more powerful than you. And he is also more handsome than you, more fit than you. You are only a felon, a prisoner. Are you worthy to compete with him?"

Anthony's face changed slightly.

The gap between him and Malcolm was really big now, but soon, it would change!

And ...

"Malcolm has a short life, and for that, I've won!"

This phrase angered Lyra.

She took the gun on the bodyguard's waistband. The muzzle of the gun coldly pressed Anthony's eyebrow, "There is absolutely no way I'll agree to your conditions. If you don't tell me, I'll shoot you now!"

Anthony was not afraid at all. His once handsome and exquisite face, now became rough and aged.

"Lyra, be careful. It won't be fun if the gun goes off. After all, if I die, Malcolm will die too! You simply can not kill me. I know in my heart. Don't need to use this method to scare me."

He now held the absolute initiative.

Lyra did not take the gun back, and she just smiled coldly, "Anthony, you are not qualified to negotiate with me. If you don't say, I'll immediately let them pour the drug into your mouth. The taste of living in hell should be very horrible. Can you try?"

Anthony laughed even more unrestrainedly.

"You won't use this jar of drug on me. Because if I really can't stand it and choose to kill myself, the cure that can save Malcolm can be buried in the ground with me. You'll never know in your life. You can only watch him die. This kind of taste should be even worse, right?"

What he said this time was Lyra's main concern.

Lyra's nails were embedded in her palm. It was so tight that her arms were shaking lightly, as if this was the only way to rouse her to sanity.

"Why should I believe you? Maybe you don't even know the cure for S404 virus. And you're deliberately fooling me to take the opportunity to live."

Anthony proposed a compromise.

"How about this? Find a way to get Collin to bail me out first and return me to freedom. In exchange, I'll tell you the method that will ease Malcolm's current condition. Then you can see if I'm lying to you before you consider whether you want to agree to my other two conditions?"

Lyra raised her eyebrows slightly, "Deal!"

She collected the gun, handed it back to the bodyguard, and continued, "But I'll have to plan a little more about the bail. If find a reason to bother Collin twice in the short term, he'll be suspicious."

Anthony didn't care, "OK, I'll tell you the day I get out of jail. I'm in good health anyway. I can afford to wait, unlike some people."

He was implying Malcolm .

Lyra was not willing to send him back to prison intact like this.

She took a deep breath and smiled apologetically as she looked at Anthony again.

"One more thing, I entrusted Collin to transport you out. I said I would beat you out of anger. If I don't really beat you, I don't know how to explain this to Collin. So, ..."

Anthony's smile faded.

Lyra pretended not to see it, glancing at the bodyguard next to her, "Give him a good beating and send him back."

"Yes."

After the command, Lyra turned her head and walked away. The sound of heavy punches and kicks soon came from behind. Anthony was re-gagged, and every now and then came out a muffled grunt of pain.

The sound of the beating soothed Lyra's mood.

She didn't go far, so she leaned against the doorway wall, quietly listening and waiting.

After a half-hour-long beating, Anthony was passed out.

His nose was bruised and swollen, covered in blood. He can't die but one of his ribs was broken.

The bodyguard reattached a black cloth bag to his head, carried him out the door, and handed him to the man who came to meet him.

Lyra never left.