The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 300

Another long interval.

Lyra shook off her sore wrists. She never felt so tired in the shower!

Because she was all wet, she had to wash not only Malcolm, but also herself!

She held her anger and brought out the cleaned Malcolm.

After drying the water stains on his body, he was placed on the unstained floor and his robe was thrown directly in his face.

"Wear it yourself!"

Malcolm didn't move or pick it up, letting the robe slide off his face and onto the floor.

"My arms have no strength and my hands hurt ..." He can't wear it himself!

Lyra stared at his petulantly pretentious appearance, grinding her back teeth and bursting with anger.

Who the hell was challenging whose limit here?

Faced with his constant sad-fishing and the behavior that he challenged her limit, she gave a vicious glance at him.

"You have one minute to pick it up and put it on right now. Then get out and get me a clean robe. If you dare to go over time, I'll help you know what the rule is! Permanently cancel your nightly drug feeding!"

Malcolm swallowed, his knees seemed to start hurting instantly, and his hands hurt even more!

And the cancellation of drug feeding services?

No! He can't accept it!

Lyra counted the time relentlessly while cleaning herself, "You have fifty-eight seconds left!"

He was aghast, immediately bent down and picked up the robe and tied it sharply. Then he opened the door, put on the slippers, rushed to the next closet, and quickly grabbed a clean women's nightgown.

"Ten, nine, eight ..."

Lyra's countdown sounded in the bathroom like an emotionless machine.

At the count of the last second, Malcolm precisely hung the nightgown on the shelf in the bathroom.

Lyra glanced over and teased, "It looks like your potential to be inspired is pretty good!"

Malcolm didn't speak.

Tonight his intentions were exposed by Lyra! None of it worked out!

He was so upset that he slammed the bathroom door, as if venting all the sullenness on the door.

Lyra looked at the childish man behind the door, smiled and sighed, full of helplessness.

...

Two days later.

On this day when winter had set in, Suham was overcast. The sky was foggy and dreary, and it didn't take long for it to rain.

The cold wind was mixed with light rain, and the temperature suddenly dropped by dozens of degrees.

Walking on the road, it can freeze people.

The large iron door of High-order Prison slowly opened with a dull thud.

Anthony changed out of his prison uniform and wore a simple but thin white shirt.

He was holding a black bag in his arms, which contained the few pieces of clothing he had when he was incarcerated.

A guard, who saw him walking slowly, pushed him out of the prison's iron gate, "Cherish your chance to get bail. When you get out, start over, and behave yourself!"

Anthony stumbled two steps and looked up suddenly at the overcast sky, letting the cold rain fall on his face.

The face that became rough gradually held a smile.

Starting over?

Yes, this will be his brand new start!

A black van, from the end of the street, suddenly drove to a stop in front of him.

Fifteen and Seventeen came down,. Without saying a word, they covered his mouth and shoved him hard into the back seat of the car.