The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 308

Anthony narrowed his eyes, gazed at him, and suddenly laughed extra wildly.

"So Lyra didn't tell you everything, even my previous dealings with her. She has to hide it from you. Your relationship with her, it's really fragile and breakable."

Malcolm's hand trembled slightly and the tea was dripping onto his hand and burning his fingertips.

"Am I right?"

Anthony was even more smug, "Tut, you gave so much for her and endured such a long time of sickness and pain. If she ends up with me, you'll just end up miserable! It's really tragic!"

Malcolm's face was expressionless. His hands were elegant and dignified. He picked up a wet wipe on the table, wiped the tea stains on his hands and cold compressed the burned red fingertips.

"No? Then keep beating."

Shortly after, Chad immediately raised the stick.

Anthony shouted, "Yes! Of course I'm going to say it!"

He couldn't wait for Malcolm to find it out.

It was more fun that way!

"I gave her the antidote, and she will back out of the engagement to marry me. And what a coincidence, just two days ago, when I gave her that antidote to relieve your physical symptoms, she has promised me!"

As he just finished his words, there was a loud snap.

Malcolm slammed the entire teapot onto his heels.

Broken porcelain splashed and tea spilled all over the floor.

Anthony was cut on his lower leg by the splash of sharp porcelain, leaving several hideous bloodstains.

Seeing Malcolm's anger, he laughed more and more furiously, "Even if you survive, it should be a bitter feeling to watch me have her while you lose her forever, right?"

Malcolm's tyranny was gradually rising.

Those black eyes were overflowing with blood, and the killing intent was intense.

Chad saw that he was ready to kill him, and before he could give the order, he pointed at Anthony and told the men who were guarding the door, "Avoid the vitals and beat him to death! Give him all these instruments on the wall. But don't kill him!"

"Yes, captain."

Now that Chad had spoken, Malcolm said nothing. He got up and left the interrogation room.

Chad immediately followed.

Behind him, Anthony was still laughing, "Poor thing. Malcolm, you're pathetic! When your body recovers, it will be the time for Lyra to be under me. Haha what a pleasure!"

Malcolm clenched his fist. The veins on his forehead were bulging, and his body was filled with an appalling murderous aura.

Chad rushed forward to reassure him, "Boss, don't listen to him. People from the Security Agency are the best at making a psychological attack. Anthony is the former boss. He is excellent at demoralizing. How many words he said are true. We can check later!"

In the basement, Anthony's screams soon sounded, mixed with his creepy laughter.

From a distance, it sounded very eerie.

Malcolm restrained his anger. His dark eyes were steady, and he left without looking back.

...

Lyra had just arrived in front of the Frazier family's large villa when she saw a dusty minivan parked on the side.

Oscar and Jane were moving their luggage to the car.

It looked like the servant s and bodyguards had all been dismissed. Oscar and his wife, who used to have the reputation of the best couple in the families, now were reduced to carrying the luggage themselves. It seemed that Malcolm really didn't spare them.

Lyra's Maserati MC77 pulled up right next to it.

The million-dollar prestige limousine was in stark contrast to the minivan.