The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 301

Eleven nodded, "Okay."

Lyra withdrew her eyes and looked again at the phone number that Anthony had written, "Contact Darkbell and check this number thoroughly."

"Yes, Miss."

At the same time.

The old Mr. White's villa.

"Grandpa, are you looking for me?"

Malcolm stepped into the hall and bent respectfully toward the old Mr. White who sat on the couch across the coffee table.

The old Mr. White raised his eyes.

When he saw Malcolm who was in a tweed coat for the first time, which was very strange, he did not react that this man was his own grandson.

"Now that you have someone in charge, it's really different. Look at your outfit. It's much more humane." The old man looked him up and down with curiosity and smiled with relief.

He did not talk. His face was flat and he stood in a disciplined manner.

"Sit down."

The old Mr. White wrinkled hand rubbed the cane's handle, hesitated again and again before saying, "Actually, I asked you to come here today because someone wants to meet you. And he wants to apologize to you in person, so I had to be the middleman."

Malcolm had just sat down on the side couch when he heard this and frowned.

The old man cleared his throat, "Come in."

With a solemn face, Oscar stepped into the hall first.

Garrett followed close behind him, with his head down. His body was already healed from the beating he received a few days ago.

Malcolm did not raise his eyes. His expression was cold and his dark eyes were deep.

He poured himself a cup of tea, raised his hands elegantly and nobly, and blew on the ancient teacup without emotion in his eyes.

Oscar came in, sat down on the couch across from Malcolm, smiled and greeted the old Mr. White. He got close and looked at Malcolm: "Malcolm, how have you been these past few days?"

Malcolm ignored it, not even bothering to pretend to be polite.

The old Mr. White stomped his cane lightly and reminded him, "Malcolm, is that the proper attitude to have in front of your elders? Why don't you greet him?"

"Even unrighteous people are considered as elders? He raises such beastly children. He doesn't deserve it. I know what to do clearly."

"Malcolm, you!"

Garrett was standing right next to Oscar and got angry hearing him insult his father.

"It's okay."

Oscar smiled kindly and didn't seem to mind as he lowered his posture and looked at Malcolm in a delicate voice and said.

"Malcolm, last time, Garrett did not do too well. I have beat him severely later. And today I brought him to you to admit his mistake face to face. If you still do not feel enough to eliminate your anger, take the whip at will! I have absolutely no complaints!"

After he finished his words, he looked to Garrett.

Garrett endured the humiliation, walked around the coffee table to Malcolm's couch, bent over, and maintained the standard ninety-degree bow.

"Mr. Malcolm, I apologize to you for what happened that day. My sanity was consumed by drug. I shouted Lyra's name when I was not sober. I did not really mean to defile your fiancée, and, in my heart, I do respect the relationship between you and Lyra."

His words ended with a soft laugh from Malcolm.

Malcolm put down his cup of tea and gave him a cold and hostile look.

"Whether you mean it or not, you and I know it clearly. There is no need to act this kind of pretentious apology drama for me. A waste of time."

He got up and looked at the old man, "Grandpa, if there's nothing else, I'll go back first. There's a video conference at the company later."

The old Mr. White saw that he was very determined.

They had begged him personally but Malcolm the kid did not give him the face.